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BLACK
SLAVERY
A
drum beat 10000 thousand years old
A
way of communication
A
span of wild life to choose for a meal
A
house made of mud and straws
Fishing
on lakes and the banks of the African continent
One
continent full of African culture
More
freedom less war
Wait….
New
arrivals on the continent
Killing,
enslaving and taking our people away
What
can we do?
We
fight but we fail
So
we watch our parent’s, brothers and sisters disappear
We
search, we cry but they can’t be found
The
new arrivals take over
They
start controlling us, they call us NEGROES
We
can’t understand
They
make us build houses for them
We
over work, but get paid little
African
woman moan
Hate,
anger, fear and lifeless
Our
children follow the footsteps of our parents
Our
fathers work in mines
Leaving
their children and wives a thousand miles
Our
people struggle
They
get beaten and get called NEGROES
Our
freedom, our land, our animals
All
gone
So
called NEGROES join forces with each other
We
fight but lose
They
give us new promises
But
they are unworthy
We
F**KING get played
In
a world of misery
I
call it the BLACK SLAVERY
NEGROES
still don’t get it
It’s
now the 1960’s
NEGROES
become BLACK
BLACK
are now open minded, intelligent than a NEGROE
We
fight for what our people wanted
We
fight for freedom
We
fight for our rights
We
take over, this is our land
The
land of beauty, peace and our African culture
We
have suffered to get here
This
land is ours but we share
I
was, I am and I will always be an African
Born
black, always black
Am
KADOKO MUSHINGE CHANDA a.k.a KMC (black saint).
Copyright
© 2003 KMC a.ka BLACK SAINT!
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