I smell Freedom
But I am living wisdom
The sun just leaves me warm
Humidity is high, but makes me hot
It doesn’t matter if the Slave Masters have a plot
Slavery is a like it or not
But God is my shield
His Heavenly Grace is for real
God’s goodness is my meal
I have been beaten and torn
My bruises feel like thorns
The Slave Masters are Evil with Devil Horns
Heaven sees and knows
My situation is going to change
Slavery will definitely have a rearrange
But I will cry out loud Freedom, Freedom, Freedom
Dignity I will sustain
My will in determination shall remain
Wisdom being thorough understanding
No matter what, my spiritual praise uplifted
Heaven being my prize
The Slave Masters shall realize
But Heaven is what keeps me energized.