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 |