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Slave Song
Shackles on my feet
Cuffs on my wrists
Cuts on my chest
Glass in my feet
They call me a monster
They make the links of my bindings with
Misunderstanding
Hate
Revulsion
Racism
My pride is gone
Blown away with the wind
I cannot speak
I cannot act
N----r
N----r
N----r
The word plays over and over
In this hell called my mind
I sigh to the wind
Look to the sky
And wonder if God can see me
See my pain
My suffering
My sorrow
I am black
Black like fertile soil
And you can take my tongue out
Take my family
Take me to the brink of death
But you cannot take my faith
Cannot take these words out my heart
One day
One sweet day
You and I will look each other in the eyes
Me black like pitch
You white like salt
We will stare into the eyes of one another
And either we will understand each other
Or we will murder each other in our hearts
I have a dream
Yeah
A black man can dream
I have a dream
That one day you and I will shake hands in unity
Understand each other
Put this hate behind us
But I'm not too uneducated to know
That a man can only dream
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