Slavery

Location

on the cotton field

it's hot and real

we have master grubbing like its his last meal

blood dripping im numb my back cut like thorns cutting thumbs

we picking cotton like farmers do plums we live hut

ribs showing we don't even eat much

on top of that we caged in like mutts

there's throw up our floor

scared becasue there slaves banging on our door

momma tears wipe on the gowns that are tore

can't you see this where are your glasses

we have masters bargining in taking our daughters cookies like molasses

them BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!!!

how dare they bring a baby into this world defining them as a bastard

AND THEN GO TO SLEEP LIKE EVERYTHING GOOD BRO THEY BACKWARDS!!!!!!!

WERE HURTING DES IT MATTER

OH YOU MOVED INTO THE SLAVE HOSUE YOU SEE US AND CAN'T CHATTER

HOW CAN YOU CHANGE LIKE WEIGHT PICTURE OF BEFORE AND AFTER

REMEBER WE BATHE SLEPT AND ATE OFF THE SAME PLATTER

OH YOU MOVED 2 STEPS AHEAD OF THE SLAVE LADDER

YOU A BRAVE ACTOR THAT DERSEVETO BE SOLD LIKE CATFUR

YOU'RE NO LONGER A FACTOR YOU'RE FINISHED WITH ME LIKE IM FINSIHING OF A CHATPER

THIS HOW THE STORY GOES

AS THE PLOT UNFOLD

I LOOK TO THE LEFT

MY PEOPLE HAVE SHARP KNIVES LIKE CHEFTS

I ASK HOW LIKE WE'RE IN DEBT

THEY SAY FROM A PLAN THAT WAS PREP

I MISSED BECAUSE I SLEPT

SO THEY CREPT TO THE STEP OF THE DOOR BARGED IN SAYING WE WON'T TAKE NO MORE

GUNS BEING PULLED LIKE FIRE ALARMS

SHOT BEING FIRED LIKE RAP WARS

BODIES ALL OVER I AM NOT TALKING ZOMBIES ACTORS

THIS IS A HORRIBLE SCENE

SURPRISINGLY I MAKE IT OUT LIKE A THEIF STEALING JEANS

RUNNING HOME TELLING MOMMA WHAT I SCENE

INSTANLTY SHE START KISSING ME

THANKFULLY I MADE LIKE THE SONE KEVIN RUDOLPH SINGS

PROMISING THAT THE LIBERTY BELL WOULD RING

BUT HEY

THIS IS ANOTHER DAY

OF SLAVERY

 

 

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