| When they took us from Africa they stripped us Of our diamonds and our gold and our silver
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| Our material resource, our spiritual resource
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| And our human resource
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| And when we came here
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| Most of the time we didn’t have shoes, we went barefoot
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| Huh
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| They stripped the black woman
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| Of whatever little tass-brad she had
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| Nine months pregnant, tied her up Tie horses to one leg, horses to the other leg
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| Beat the horses, make them run in oppsite directions
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| Until they rip and pull the black woman apart
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| And the unborn black baby hauled off her
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| And a no good cracker
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| Would bring another black woman on Her stomach fuuuull nine months with the fruit of her woooomb
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| Take a knife and stick it in her full stomach
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| With the roundness of her stomach and rip it open
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| And stick in AIDS, syphilis, gonorrhea
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| Hand inside and snatched the unborn black baby from her
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| Threw it to the ground and crushed the baby’s head
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| With his boot G’s
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| Make other pregnant black women watch
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| So that the adrenaline of fear
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| Would cross it’s way through her viens
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| And stain her brains and touch the unborn life in her
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| Hoping that the babies will be booooorn
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| Afraid of a wicked cruel slave master… |