On hand and knee
Sweating passing out due to exhaustion
Fields of thorns
With courage through fear
The attitude I choose
Is not 100% cotton though
500 years still picking
the past forgotten
Yes sir instead of Massa
I don't like you, mentally rotten
Stinking like feet in shoes no stockings
Opportunity displaced by braided cowhide
The back the flesh the lynching
Day after day down without the knocking
On face and stomach
Hands cuffed and shackled
Too defenseless for blow blocking
Faults weighing heavy while I am
Claustrophobically Watching
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