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Black Confederate Solider,
90,000 slaves south of the Mason-Dixon border,
Fighting for family freedom,
Bayonets and bullets?
Master said we don't need them
Northern Negros is already free,
so why in the hell is you fighting me?
I have freedom to gain,
Or after hell, its back to whips and chains,
as slaves we had no voice,
Fight for the South? Like we had a choice!
On the battle field I sort of free,
Bout the same as plantation misery,
We cling to Old Dixie like Jesus Christ,
As the only path to salvation - a "gift" from the whites,
In the Gray Army I got a knife,
Learned to read and write,
Field promotion, now a medic, saved the life,
Of my master, even though he sold my wife,
No supplies, eating swamp rats with sides of moldy rice,
If freedom ever had a price,
I've paid it twice,
With blood and sin,
Shot a guy and stabbed his twin,
Stole his shoes and his ring,
Then threw it away, superstitious of what they spirits can bring,
July 10th, I think I'm eighteen,
This morning had a dream,
A woman's touch, and sudden rush,
When I woke up, A union soldier stabbed me, I'd just been stuck,
Cold blue eyes,
To my surprise,
He felt remorse,
And I of course,
Just smiled
Dixie saved me after a while!
Now I'm a slave in heaven.
And White Jesus is a good master....
