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New Generation SlaveInto this world I cameFilled 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 |