Once a Slave

Born into America

Separated as blacks and whites

Divided…

When confidence is man is turned to ashes

And all the love is burned as it clashes

The hope we had for one another was soon taken away from our sisters and brothers

They were known as slaves

Some feared to speak

For some had fallen and some were weak

All put in shackles

While some fell to their feet

With no food to eat

Or no pride to speak

These are the memories that we keep

Are the days of freedom over and lost

Or are the days to freedom dead and gone

What will it take to stir them right

From their sedentary ways with all our might

Must they tear us limb from limb

Or take out every bone

As we shed our skin

Will they ever feel remorse for the pain they caused

Or the blood they shed as the bodies start to fall

But they will never see what they’ve done as wrong

That’s why the slaves must all stay strong

All they wanted was to be free

But never once did the whites agree

To be free you must pay a price

Weather its wrong

Or weather its right

To every man and every women

And every child that’s been forgiven

And now the chain will repeat

In different ways as you can see

From chains wrapped around are bodies

As we struggle to get free

To the ropes around are necks as they hang us from a tree

And just when we thought that it was all over

The bullets were shot through our bodies

Its not over…

And now till this day even though we are free

The world seems like we may just repeat

The struggles we faced way back then

And now are only hope is that God

Will put an end