I'm Just A Slave

[Verse 1: Black Thought]

I am a slave

Yes, I'm only a slave

They'll place my body in an unmarked grave

In these confederate days

It's kinda hard to lift every voice singing

While worrying about how low the sweet chariots are swinging

I could swing from a tree, but hey

Oh, I hope and pray they don't kill me today

I am still just a slave

[Verse 2: Black Thought]

I am a slave

In the home of the brave

A product of the triangular trade

Please pardon my ways

If I'm nervous or the slightest bit skittish

In the presence of the Portuguese, Spanish, Dutch, or British

They kept me in colonial chains

Tell me how to persuade them to chill

Or to save me and still I'm a slave

Oh, I hope and pray they don't kill me today

I am still just a slave