Black Race

by Jim T. Porter

We were born in Africa
Tricked into coming to America
Promised 40 acres and a mule
Never knew life could be so cruel
Getting whipped like a kid
Not knowing for what we did
All day picking cotton
Our homeland not once forgotten
They called us slaves
We were better off in our graves
But we didn't give in
We say never again
You should of never brought us this way
Now you want us to leave, that'll be the day

Black Race by Jim T. Porter

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