The Life Of The Slaves

From the struggle and the pain
Life goes on any way
Times was tough times was hard
But we people we survived
From the past and present people fell and was beat to haven
With chins on our arms and chines on our heads
We had to sit on the bout and had to pea between our legs
With little to drink and less to eat
This man dies right next to me
One mess up We all got beat
Woman screaming god way not you helping me
You know what
you can beat me and you can chop off my feet
but you are not going to stop me unless my heart stops to beat
Because I had a dream
I had a dream that one day we all will be free
well come together holding hands and mocking martin Luther king
free at last free at last
great god a-mighty
were free at last

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