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