Freedom for the few....
Brick and mortar America
Built on Negro powered biceps triceps
Whiplash recollections
King Cotton
Breaking bucks
Mounting mammies
Birthing quadroon pickaninnies
Owned the story of Southern Glory
The Down Home Empire
Working Darkies from dawn to dusk
Antebellum ATMs
Harvest humans for profit
Preachers reach heartstrings
The choir sings
let my people go
Let my people grow
In the shade
On the ground
Made fruitful by slaves
Heal wounds four centuries wide
Payback what you owe
Debt for Death....