Song Info
Genre
Peak in subgenre #189
Author
Cleveland Steamer - ATF
Uploaded
July 17, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 2:54
Lyrics
Born in captivity, raised a slave
free in my heart but couldnt escape or stray
locked in a cell, tired and broke
coffins would swell, they'd rehire and joke
nothin but pawns, in a twisted game
cuttin the lawns, with myt sickly frame
look to the sky then bow my head
pushed to the side- its plough or death
drinkin dirty water and eatin the scraps
that the master serves me, after clearin his path
this bastards hurt me, im fearin his wrath
laugh when they heard me- nearin my last
ounc e of strength- they'd cheer and gasp
watch from the wings, as souls would soar
fatigue has me rockin like swings, NO NO MORE!
whipped for my pain, told to work
masters kid has a cane and he scolds and hurts
abusin his power, takin the glee
i do in an hour, what should be takin them three
lookin over my shoulder, his gauge is cocked
a crook not a soldier, beatin slaves with rocks
no disputin its over, my rage has got
me movin, not slower- have to take this shot
i run for my life, knowing death is a step away
but my soul is free even if my breath is left to pay
I run a tight ship, no amistad will happen
guns, fights, whips, im the masters captain
watchin the slaves as they work and toil
some droppin in graves, but it fertilises the earth and soil
ive a gauge in hand, and a keener eye
u can stray the land and not meet a meener guy
im paid to command, be seen and try
judge jury and executioner- i do what i must
if a slave gets rowdy i leave him chewin the dust
i walk the line and inspect the work
if u dont talk ur fine- show respect and love
i enjoy my job, i control these ants
"get to work boy" or a hole i'll blast
at the end of the day, they are nothin but scum
no bread as their pay if nothin gets done
worked to the bone, a thousand reapers with scythes
hurt they will moan- these creatures will sigh
i spark a smoke, head bent for a second
look up and WOH! an insect is STEPPIN
gettin closer, almost upon him
( i twist the gauge, almsot upon him)
one more step, then i stand a chance
(hes too close, i stand and laugh)
i swing my shovel, aim for his head
( i duck his move, hes lame needin fed)
i kick out and catch his knee
( off balace i fall, cant let this bastard free)
i raise the spade, for a killing blow
( i try to move, but stay still not roll)
i pause for a second, see the white of his eyes
( i have a chance- its fight or i'll die!)
can i take a life to gain my own
( i unsheath my knife as teh slave groans)
i cry in anguish, and lower the spade
( hes made his move- unholster my blade)
i close my eyes, see the light around me
( i open my eyes , but blackness has found me)
Moral of the tale, u just never know
what counts as a fail, chains severed broke
pounce from a jail, or stay tethered to ropes
accept defeat, or endeavour to hope
to beat evil must you become its equal
see people, just run to the steeples
did the slave kill, or accept his fate
although his graves filled, he will step through gates
did the slave master die, or commit the deed
to live in hell on eternally, cursed to exist and be
the answer to the sermon be- WHO IS FREE?
