Runaway Slave

Sometimes I feel like a runaway slave.
Every second I'm on the run, is a inch into my grave.
It's hard to break these slavery chains,
Especially when it's African blood percolating out of your veins.
My body's made up of manacles and scars,
Sleeping with the animals at night, wishing upon a star.
See my own daughter get raped, by the white master.
And when he's done, I got to bring him water even faster.
My man Kunte Kinte having the same problem,
Except his master cut off his foot like a fucking goblin.
The other plantation workers dream of exploring the garden of Eden,
Searching for the fruits because their masters don't feed them.
A women slave was sold to the master today,
Now he's got another coon bitch to suck on his dick all day.
I wish we could turn this world into reverse,
So that we could whip those bastards and make them feel worse.
So that we would never have to feel deprived of the freedom curse.