Po' Child

I've got shackles on my feet

Chains on my brain

I've been struggling so long

This pain don't feel like pain

Dark, cloudy days

Teardrops fall like rain

Woah, Lord

We'll always be this way

But we are still home, brother

Systematically enslaved in our society

With fatherless property

Kids are being born by fatherless fathers

Raised by fatherless ways

In raise newspaper, front page

The new modern day Kunta Kintes

Your name Toby now, boy

And they don't have to whip us anymore

Or hang us from trees

They just whip us with a prison cell

And hang us for sixty years 'fore our first cell

And the sad part is

I haven't even told you how old you is

Po' child