We were treated like trash Like we were less than them we were beaten and sometimes even killed by them If we ran away, they would take an ear Any form of punishement, they held close and dear Women of only 13 years gave birth If we ran, blood hounds chased us down There was a rare chance someone had a nice owner Taking care of us Keeping us fed and clean Being called "property" is not a way of living 50 to 100 whip lashings scarred us for life One little mistake could've had our sins condemned I only wished for sweet Death I prayed the Angel of Death would visit me tonight Every night I hoped and dreamed But she did not come I even prayed the depths of Hell would take me No reply No reply Several years later, and still no reply Now as I tell my story I still wish the Angel of Death would visit me For my soul still roams these damned plains My soul is not free But trapped in the darkness waiting for the light to come But I guess my sins were too strong Sometimes I still feel the paddles on my back The beatings.......the torment I cannot go to the Heavens Not until everyone is treated equal If it never happens, so be it I'll roam the plains and haunt the evil until then I'll wait 'till the end of the Earth
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