1500
One drum. One hut.
Scorch sun. Red mud.
Millions of tribes. Brilliant minds.
Happiness ends. There comes a time.
Floating tree at sea.
Beholding a new face none like me.
It’s fine we’ll just dine and drink wine.
Soon after,
Blue eyes start to talk.
At this time, the head chief is having a ball.
How much will you take for that sista gal ova there?
O that gal with the Afo hair?
Uh you can have them all.
Just leave me a couple barrels of Alcohol.
Well Sir that will surely do.
A generation for me.
And three barrels for you.
All as well when you on that level.
Shame on you
You made a bargain with the blue eyed devil.
I didn't mention it, but I’m taking your mom because
She can cook.
I’m taking your sister to go do something we couldn't.
I’m taking all the young males.
I’ll just throw them in a box.
Because you know all the guys are as strong as an ox.
But I’ll leave you with a few.
The one’s I gathered want even remember you.
The floating tree is now back at sea.
With a belly full of people who look like me.
No kiss goodbye as we depart ways.
Not even knowing we’ll be gone for decades.
I wonder where it all with wrong.
My brother sold me into captivity.
For wood and stones.
