New Generation Slave

Into this world I came Filled with fear, crying all the time I guess my birth left a great scar On my heart and mind Now I hand-pick cotton and struggle to sing "I am happy and I do what I like" But my voice breaks, and I start to hate My singing and simply everyone Mama told me be good Work hard, and love Mr. God Every Sunday, I lie Trying to realize why Ain't nothing more to say, Your Honor Don't look at me like that The truth is, I am a free man But I can't enjoy my life I came to a standstill With lies and hopes inside my head Always seemed too late to turn And too soon to understand No, I don't have a stomachache It's just my face I got stuck, I ran aground I got used to spewing bile I wonder whether all those years Hadn't been a waste of time So how am I doing? Oh, I can complain Smoke too many cigarettes But I don't care Into this world I came Filled with fear, crying all the time