I am mighty Kunta, here is my story,
I came from the kingdom of Jubaru,
I tell you because it's my history.
Before freedom and just before uhuru,
I came chained yet proud as a slave.
Oh Massa, my dreads don't you shave,
I was chained from my toes to neck.
Lying in filth panting for some air.
Big whip scars ruined my entire back,
In anguish I wondered if this was fair,
Fair or not, the damage has been done,
I am a warrior, for me don't be sorry.
Besides my scars, this will soon be gone,
I am mighty Kunta, all this is my story.
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