The strives for freedom
Voices singing through pain
Cries for hope and dignity
Slaveless thoughts
Beaten night after night
Wounds are the scars that be
Moans sounding like a lonely Wolf
How long do I have to live?
The tears are only mere examples of how I feel
I am a Slave for real
Endure
Sometimes I yell out, but it is my own echoes that echo back
No one knows my distance
I am my own assurance

Walked miles during the hot summer months
Picking cotton while working the fields
The Slave Masters call me “THUNDER” because I am mighty in the fields and the slave with the most endurance
But my heart expels revenge
My rage within
The words formulate, “When one shall, one should”
Those words Thunder lives by
Every given moment and second
Sometimes I go down by the Bayou and just admire my own reflection
But it doesn’t change being a slave that I am
Freedom will one day be my reward
Believe that
I often pray for the Lord’s guidance
He is my existence
The Slave Masters are saying, there will be a bad storm tonight
That will be my opportunity to escape covering territory without be discovered
My journey towards freedom
Leaving the South heading North


I heard stories of New York City
A land of milk and honey fit for slave looking for freedom
Legacy my own to achieve
Freedom at last, I shall receive
No more tears and pain
A new life that will remain
My endless story will be in the history books
It’s just a matter in take a look
Those slavery days
Freedom that will always stay.