I'm dead to you, dig a grave
Free of the land home of the slave
I'm dead too, states a soul
Thirteen stripes on the back of the sold
I'm dead, to A statement made
Speech ain't free if Cost is paid
PHIRE
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The Immortal Wize says: DEEP!!! |
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RonnieL says: Spot on account! FACTS....feelin it. |
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JustOneStoryTeller says: Nice one, so feeling this and remembering those days still today! |
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