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lirik lagu slave’s revenges – life mc

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in days in slavery

[verse 1: life]
i’m the spirit of a slave from the days when it was chains
cold days and rain, cotton fields and pain
pressure on my brain, cause in my previous life
the slave master murdered my child and beat up my wife
he raped her twice, i heard her screaming for the demon spurt his s-m-n
i closed my eyes and tried to fantasise that i was dreaming
without no reason next morning accused of stealing
i was whipped upon my back until the nerve ends had no feeling
subjected to the beating, i was kicked from floor to ceiling
then forced to pick more cotton with my wounds open and bleeding
because they started weeping as the blood started congealing
i was overcome by pain and couldn’t wait ’til i was sleeping
a couple of days past, again i heard my wife screaming
she shouted: ‘he’s k!lled our baby!’, now my eyes they started weeping
my wife was six months pregnant when subjected to the rape
he tortured the interior of her womb, caused the umbilical to break
so my son will never wake – he’s born dead, a tragic fate
i only hope my son will wait for his father at zion’s gate
my mental state, i had to keep it strong, it’s for my wife’s sake
but everyday that i was living, man, my heart constantly ached
i knew there’d be a price to pay, might be a time to wake
but in the end i’ll have revenge upon that murderous snake
sometimes i having sleep at night where i could see my son’s face
i’m just a slave, so i can only wish to see my son’s grave
i’m only glad that he weren’t born to live the life of a slave
still getting whipped, beat and kicked, at a ripe and old age
now i pray for the day that master makes some mistake
just give me one chance and i stabbed ’em in his heart with a stake
lynch him by his throat, strangle him ’til his vertebrae breaks
step on his breast plate, smash every bone inside his rib cage
now i know it’s wrong to hate, but i can’t help the way i feel
he keeps eating at me every day i’m working in the field
i have to get him back for my son, wife and the attack
on my back with a whip that almost made my spine snap
so i lay back and pray that i ain’t forced to payback
before he dies, “let me apologise!”, i make him say that
look in his eyes before i ripped them from the sockets
put them in my pockets, taking the keys to the slave’s main chains
and unlock it, free the slaves, burn the farm, free my wife and we run
now we’re hiding from a posse of slave masters with guns
with fingers on the triggers, ready to deliver a bullet to heart
kidney or liver of every slave n-gga
but i’m not an afraid n-gga, i figured that day would come
when i’d sacrifice my life in the name of my son

[verse 2: life]
i waited six years and cried sick tears of pain and anguish
fixation and frustration everyday on the plantation
but i knew that if i was patient the time would surely come
when i could even out the score for my poor wife and my son
now on sunday i had the chance to get the job done
obviously i took my chance well, someone’s life at the done
he made a big mistake: left me in the facility of a gun
i shot him in his knee caps, he lost the ability to run
now it’s time to have some fun, i’m not acting like a demon
i’ve got more than good reason to get even with this heathen
as i fought, he’d beg for sympathy, it meant nothing to me
as i swore, i tore his eyes and so he’s got nothing to see
i made a noose, put around his neck and lynched him from a tree
burned his body to a carc-ss in front of his family
before i torched him, i whipped him how he used to whip me
i took my time with a […], i didn’t do it quickly
the other slaves, they were my audience, they stood and sipped tea
that i had ordered to be made by his wife and his pickney
how many lashes? about a thousand, one hundred and sixty three
still that didn’t come close to the pain that he inflicted on me

[verse 3: life]
this was the slave trade days, very different from nowadays
blacks couldn’t sit back, relax, kick raps and blaze
treated like apes from caves, like africans were r-t-rded
sold like cows and sheep, but in a humanly market
my father’s father was a slave, mother’s mother was the same
such a shame, a life with mental scars, with marks and chains
controlled in all locations by caucasians, running the slavery operation
while they preach their christian indoctrination
the truth is, they life their live like unholy pagans
causing devastation, rape, murder, torture and mutilation
that’s why me and my wife are in this tricky situation
i had to be a great slave to take the life of a caucasian
i knew the further trials and tribulations both of us were facing
we start running, they start chasing, there ain’t no real escaping
so we ran upon the hills and had a serious conversation
looked in my wife’s eyes, she knew we had to decide
we wasn’t disrespecting god, this was a forceful suicide
if we didn’t take our own life, we’d be tortured and burned alive
‘for the posse could arrive, we swore that we would part never
so we took our lifes together and sealed our spirits together
while my wife and child are peaceful, i find it hard to rest
still haunted by the slave life, being stressed and depressed
although our life is a god bless from the spirit, soul to the flesh
i had my whole life turned round, the devil made it a mess
the slave master done his piece to help the mark of the beast
now i’m a spirit of a slave finding it hard to rest in peace

- life mc

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