They knew to be new
They had a lot to gain again
All eight hundred thousand eighty eight of them ate
Their sorrows and pain  
To make weight they had to wait
Color coded skin shades sold with dollar signs
Dark ones known as field slaves
Light ones known as house slaves
Women ***** by their masters
And whipped after
Scars left on their bodies as reminders
Given last names like Washington and Lincoln
Former Kings and Queens who lost their crowns
Shipped in boats sold by the tons
Black bald boys bawled tears of pain  
Black mothers and fathers with wisdom to be authors
had to settle to be unpaid workers chained to shackles  
Knowledge oppressed and robbed of their mental ability
To survive they relied on creativity
Singing soul music just to get through slavery