Don't be amazed
When I win
I'm a slave
With the pen
Not enslaved
In the pen
It's engraved
In my skin
Some afraid
Of my skin
Jesus paid
For my sins
Not afraid
Don't pretend
Won't behave
Just like them
Life's a maze
Back again
God forgave
Those bad men
.....of the braves
Who are them?
Not the slaves
Come again.......
Blacks portrayed
Less than men
Still betrayed
See no end
Still I pray
God bless them
Like the slaves
Still condemned
Streets are paved
Roads will end
Home of slaves
Born again
Ride the waves
Coming in
Better days
Come again.........
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