Once there was a black slave,
He wanted nothing to be freer.
A wish to escape a deadly fate,
If he would, won’t have a fear.
Bruised by the whips of death,
Beaten till he’s black and blue.
He will be bruised, right to left,
Just he will never realize the truth.
Trembling at his feet he swore,
Over my dead body ya asshole.
Just let me noticed how ya are,
Beaten until was blacken whole.
Trapped by his own slave owner,
He swore to revenge and escape.
Needs escape before his spotter,
He was free before all death rate.
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