Slave Writer

Silence my words Silence them all Remove these heavy chains Your words are poisoning my veins Nearly 400 years ago there were slaves Praying and hoping for better days 1863 there were no more shackles No more tears, no more hassles I hear voices from my ancestors slaves They have awoken from their graves Telling me we are still living in their slavery ways We are living on this plantation Filled with the devil's creations He has clouded your minds So you can commit these hateful crimes Yellow police tape around the block That mother's son just been shoot Don't tell me to silence my words I won't silence them at all Can you remove my chains They are suffocating my veins You say that God is not a factor You say the Bible is nothing but make believe actors Thinking life is coincidental And saying your body is no longer God's temple I want to write poetry to open people eyes You no longer have to hide behind his filthy lies Close your eyes Block out his lies Follow my voice Before the devil put you in a hearse I haveone thing to say Before you go about your day Hold on to your freedom And listen to Jesus