our skin is a tattoo itself

so why get tattoo and worry about all the money and wealth

where the ink is our pass memories

tattoos are the binding of our sprits not free

I was out hot and sweaty, I picked 500 pounds of cotton and when  stopped

I thought I would be fully forgotten but he came on his horse and I heard a whip

and i fell down and my heart beat did a skip

I saw my blood splatter, I heard my inter thoughts scream

I fell down to my knees and wondering why me?

I heard a laugh and I heard a whisper

I hope she doesnt die tonight oh! mr.

Im smart and Im talentive but mr. slave master tells me no your not nigger

my heart screams for life and soul hopes I will survive

I thought about jumping off a clif and persuing another life

iIs it the color of my skin that your afraid of?

the color of my vains? , the way I move that makes you so ashamed?the color of my eyes? my face structure?

my heart that lyes deep inside, the people that tell me that i have a powerful mind

you beat me down but still I stand ,the bruises,the hits

I just dont understand

you are black too underneath the layers of skin a black soul lyes inside of you

if im so hated,so unwanted why are millions of other races trying to be like me?

why talk like me if im uneducated?

why respect me if i'm the scrum beneath your shoes?

the dirty air you breathe in because you can't choose

if im so dump so untalentive then why do you have me work for you?

if im the dirt on the ground them your powder-white trash I HATE YOU! 

you make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs it hurts but i wont fight you YOU SUCK ANYWAY you make me wanna die right when i open my eyes then i think ... keep on fighting don't give up dont let that demon drive you anyway

smile inside because one day they'll be our slaves ANWAY!