5 MINUTES 2 SPEAK....B4....SLAVERY BEGINS
My chains await me,
& everyday I know this isn’t me,
No degree to compete with the house niggers,
Their figures got them getting the best of the table scraps,
Perhaps I should do the same instead of listening to the rest of these outhouse slaves,
Stop following their ways because they’re constantly in chains,
While the house nigger runs free......
Chained by these cotton-gin machines that keeps the Master paid.....
He looks strait ahead while I look both ways.....
Making sure he's not watching me,
Hoping he won't set me free because, I have to be in slavery,
It's the only thing saving me,
Keeping me free.....
Free from purgatory,
So still I search for glory,
I wake up everyday to those whips and chains, even though it's not for me.....
& the rest of these slaves sometimes bore me....
So whether I travel or stay in place,
I am still around these slaves,
Who just can't break the chains and run free,
So if bound I am where ever they be,
Until I break free,
& the saw is my degree,
So join me and break free.........