Solomon
I am a black bounty hunter, yes I am indeed
My master and I hunt fugitive slaves, while we ride on steeds
Sadly, I am a slave, so shouldn’t I be ashamed?
Me as a tool to find fugitive slaves is what my master claims
Me hunting my own kind, shouldn’t I feel any regret?
Whenever my master is upset, he would often give me a threat
When we found where the fugitive slaves stayed
We would always find them even more far away
Eventually, I shot and betray my master
I don’t care about the consequences, even if it leads me into a disaster
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