when
the
slave bones speak
we don't lie
the
bones shall creep
but
we
work from sunrise
until
sundown
while
we
get no sleep
we work so hard
and
no time to weep
thus
every day
we live in misery
then
suddenly
we
fall like them autumn leaves
master gives us no gentle breaks
and
then
we
finally, die
for goodness' sake
because
master give us no graves to take