08.09.2006
Ev'rytime I hear the crack of a whip,My blood runs cold.I remember on the slave ship,How they brutalize the very souls.Today they say that we are free,Only to be chained in poverty.Good God, I think it's illiteracy;It's only a machine that makes money.Slave driver, the table is turn, y'all.
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