You have to be a fool, to not know the presence of the shackles on me
They are something you hear not see
They are the same shackles my ancestors wore
When they were taken as slaves and wondered what for
My shackles prove they were not treated fair
" I want justice!" they all declared
Instead they were given shackles that make muscles ache and throb
And all their justice was robbed
It wasn't fair at all
They got whipped and had to clean out nasty horse stalls,
It makes me sad and cry
When i think of how a few of them died
Some chose death over bondage and they shouldn't have had to make that choice
They couldn't speak out because most whites would turn at the sound of their voice
Today us blacks and whites are equal, none above another
And many people learn to judge by heart, not color

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