Dreams Of A Slave

I fall asleep Arraya, I wake up in shackles 

My hands and feet are casped with your cold metal 

And the only words I know how to say are, yes master  

You, a man skin so pale it's almost pure

 But your soul is so dark that it's evil 

My back is a book of horrible memories, but I can't seem to understand them 

Almost as if they aren't mine to read 

My body, my mind, my soul all belongs to you 

Your punching bag, your property  

A swift pat on the back from your leather 

Making my body shed red tears flowing from it's slits like a river 

But at night when I was alone that's when I could think 

When my imagination could run free 

And that's when I realized what was missing...my freedom 

You took it away from me

Almost as if...if I held it for too long it would shatter 

A fragile figurine that you dangled on a rope just out of my reach 

How can it be that something so close can just slip from your palms 

And that's when I wake up and realize it was a dream 

But was I ever truly dreaming to begin with

A society rooted in the word progression but we still see brothers and sisters droppin 

And we can't get the one thing that is promised to us, justice 

So when does it start, when are we no longer seen as lesser than 

Cause I still don't see it