New Generation Slave

Into this world
I came
Filled with fear
Crying all the time
I guess my birth
Left a great scar
On my heart and mindNow I hand-pick cotton
And struggle to sing
"I am happy and I do what I like"
But my voice breaks
And I start to hate
My singing
And simply everyoneMama told me
Be good
Work hard
And love Mr. God
Every Sunday
I lie
Trying to realize whyAin't nothing more to say
Your Honor
Don't look at me like that
The truth is
I am a free man
But I can't enjoy my life***
I came to a standstill
With lies and hopes inside my head
Always seemed too late to turn
And too soon to understandNo, I dont have a stomach ache
It's just my face...I got stuck
I ran aground
I got used to spewing bile
I wonder whether all those years
Hadn't been a waste of timeSo how am I doing?
Oh, I CAN complain
Smoke too many cigarettes
But I don't care...