Slave Plantation Prison D.O.C.
I Am The Forgotten Locked Away in A Plantation Prison Box
Punishment From The Human Minds of Men
Them Wanting Me To be Who I'm Not
I Am The Sins of My Fathers
A Child of The Lost
To Hear My Voice No One bothers
Put Away in A Pen, Silenced At All Costs
I Hear Curses From The Mouths of Men
As They Make Money From Mistake
Their Pockets gets Fat As They Sit Back
And Grin
Stirring Up Torment And Pain For Me
As Much As They Can Make
Through Their Soulless Eyes
They Can Only See My Face
As They Sit During Trials to decide My Rightful Place
Now I Sit in A Plantation Slave box
I Am Who I Am Again
I Wont be Who I Am not
I Am The Forgotten Soul Slave
Mr Dewayne Lee Harris [ID]