Final Run:
*Slave: We have to do something brothers im tired of...*

Generations of hurt faces, painfully patient, jus waiting
for eyes of hatred to realize slaves are mistaken
tried escaping, but the death toll remains steadily updatin
*This is it our final run, rise with thy heart not thy fist*
one last chance at freedom spoken with words of truthful meaning
our final run even those whose life is yet to begun.soul leakin,still leading
holdin, the torch to light the way for those even blinded by greed
even though working on plants doesnt give us food for the mouths we feed
last shot to cease the deadly risk we take to survive this state of time
our state of mind is set abroad the faithful shine from eyes
of the honestly forgiving, unsinningly fufilling this final rise
mistreated,beated abused and left bleedin,die from feeling
souls risin through the ceiling,screamin 4 emotional healing

*Holds the torch high to lead the way for the next generation*

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"Spoken Words are Never Forgotten"--Me

Ghost Writers