| Nothing’s different since yesterday
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| Still not a man but property
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| The liberated call me devil’s creation
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| A disgrace in the eye of god
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| They make me plead for mercy then whip me again
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| They lure me with false pretensions 'til I’m driven mad
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| Just when it feels right they tighten the noose
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| And pull me back in
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| I’m slave to another man
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| Slave in the promised land
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| Out of reach for a helping hand
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| Chained to the ground
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| I can’t shake it off it’s now a part of me
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| It’s in my system and runs through my veins
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| I take a step forward and fall two steps back
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| I’ve lost my identity
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| Unaccepted I walk through this land
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| Degraded until I’m too afraid
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| In the end hanging in a rope
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| Condemned by faithful hand
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| Slave to another man
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| Slave in the promised land
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| Out of reach for a helping hand
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| Chained for a greater cause
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| Once a man now utterly destroyed
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| Dragged down the road and now accepts his fate
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| Out of reach for a helping hand
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| Chained for a greater cause
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| Though he knows there will be another time
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| A time to repay for man what he has done |