Black Rage

Long gone but not forgotten
Worked in fields of corn,tabacco,and cotton
Taken from my home to carry the weigh of you world on my shoulders built an entire country for free maybe you've herd of me taught me to hate my own...over skin tone deep feelings of mistrust what the hell have they done to me take me back to my past I have no future in america take me back to africa where I was completely free home... where I was me never got my forty acers and a mule did u think it was to curl.. too curl for one mule to wotk all that land trust me... I understand
All work and no pay your heaven on earth has been my hell but one day you'll pay maybe my heaven will be your hell no body knows... only time will tell,why do you hate me so? To this day I don't know
Black rege is real
Black rage is what I feel