Dear mama
I'm a slave
The sound of chains
I still feel the pain of all pins
I'm a slave
Slave of the promises of the world's
They say I must chase liberty
Why isn't liberty chasing me?
Slave no more
And if we're no longer slave
Why do we lend an ear to the demons voices?
I'm a slave
Or I am a loss
I have been a Queen
I have been a slave
Nor is there anything
Fool, rascal, knave
I'm a slave
A slave of the cruel world
The God's whip has become my daily life
It's no longer as painful like at the beginning
As it teared my skin apart
Is it a choice to be a slave
I'm a slave
I have indured slavery
I have indured the pains
Mama I'm a slave
The love of music has turned me
Into its slave
The choices made
That he branded all the
Free beauties slave,
And his own hollow eyes be
Bomb'd his grave
It is a matter of choices
To die a princess or live a slave
Is thy choice
Is most ignoble as brave
In the four seas I have come
I have come across its a daily reminder
I'm a slave
Fourth slips, like an enfranchised slave
A sea - green river, proud to lave
I'm a slave
It's not a matter of colour
I'm black, but I'm am not talking about race
But why don't we thrive?
Why don't we conquer?
Dear mama I'm a slave
They say we're slaves no more
Were powerless no more
Were worthless no more
I say I'm a slave
I'm a slave of the world to the worlds
I'm a slave
To the love of music
The melody has become daily bread
Like the slaves
Would use music as a daily prayer
Or communication
I'm a slave
I would always be and die a slave
It shall be carved SLAVE in my grave
I'M A SLAVE TILL MY DYING DAYS
TMK TSHEPIBABY IS A SLAVE
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AFRICA MY PRIDE ( THE DRUMS OF THE GOD'S)
PoetryI want to express my inner African culture And my Traditional ways The drums of the God's Tells the journey to self discovery As I am the the child of Africa I must always remember my roots AFRICA MY PRIDE
