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I was stripped of my freedom Brought to this bearing land With a glass of water and an open plain, Left to die. But I shall rise again. I have been beaten with horse whips, Handles of hoes, rakes, and shovels, But I revealed no pain When I was left to die, Oh yeah, I shall rise again. I’ve slaved upon many fields Picking cotton, beans, potatoes and tomatoes While being washed by the rain. My spirit was left to die. But I shall rise again. I was tooken away from my mother Like one takes a pig from a sow. I screamed like I was insane, My heart left to die, But I shall rise again. I witnessed my brother being hung from ropes, My father getting shot many times over. With their blood, the ground was stained, Alone, I was left to die, But I shall rise again.
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Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 10:34 PM UTC
I SHALL RISE AGAIN
I was stripped of my freedom Brought to this bearing land With a glass of water and an open plain, Left to die. But I shall rise again. I have been beaten with horse whips, Handles of hoes, rakes, and shovels, But I revealed no pain When I was left to die, Oh yeah, I shall rise again. I’ve slaved upon many fields Picking cotton, beans, potatoes and tomatoes While being washed by the rain. My spirit was left to die. But I shall rise again. I was tooken away from my mother Like one takes a pig from a sow. I screamed like I was insane, My heart left to die, But I shall rise again. I witnessed my brother being hung from ropes, My father getting shot many times over. With their blood, the ground was stained, Alone, I was left to die, But I shall rise again.
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Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 10:34 PM UTC
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