As the bells ring we pay the toll
A ppl lost their story told
In the masters garden our lives unfold
Deserters of the land of black green and gold
To the reality of life my ppl grab a hold
Into slavery we were sold
whipped and ***** freed in the cold
mind ****** and broken we lost our goal
science and civilization from us they stole
Now our men take drugs,women dance poles
come my ppl put on your clothes
not designer fabrics put on ancient robes
empower your offspring empower our souls
Come take your throne ,tell the massah return the gold
Kings and Queens of Africa come take control
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 7:36 AM UTC
As the bells ring we pay the toll
A ppl lost their story told
In the masters garden our lives unfold
Deserters of the land of black green and gold
To the reality of life my ppl grab a hold
Into slavery we were sold
whipped and ***** freed in the cold
mind ****** and broken we lost our goal
science and civilization from us they stole
Now our men take drugs,women dance poles
come my ppl put on your clothes
not designer fabrics put on ancient robes
empower your offspring empower our souls
Come take your throne ,tell the massah return the gold
Kings and Queens of Africa come take control
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