MYSTIC

Jam on
she said, and
I played until night suffocated my trees
the garden was weary
and the sun had just died

but
the sounds still crackled
and my shoes were just a little bit
worn

but
what could I do
I had to run

there was nothing left to see
so I closed my eyes, and
created what I wanted

 

 

 

 

ONE

Boy
He said you better
’cause the dogs are gonna get ya
the shackles are way back there
don’t wanna be yo slave no mo

you dun fucked my wife
and the crops you sell are mine
and mine
’cause it’s my blood there on the field
fuck you, man
don’t wanna be yo slave no mo

up north I hear is goodly things
I’m gonna run all the way
can’t stop
’cause the dogs are gonna get me
fuck you, man
I ain’t yo slave no mo

gonna learn to read, and write
some nice lady did my writin’ for me
this time
ain’t gonna be like that no mo
gonna learn
’cause I ain’t yo slave no mo

there’s a big city with big lights
and home I gonna be
break my land like nobody
sleep in the field like everybody
gonna be free, man
I ain’t yo slave no mo

no sir, I ain’t yo slave no mo