New Generation Slave

Into this world, I came
Filled with fear, crying all the time
I guess my birth left a great scarOn my heart and mind

Now 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 everyone

Mama told me
Be good, work hard and love Mr. God
Every Sunday
I lie, trying to realize why

Ain′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 understand

No, I don't 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 time

So how am I doing?
Oh, I can complain
Smoke too many cigarettes
But I don′t care

Into this world, I came
Filled with fear, crying all the time