- Break your iron shackles; replace with broken keys.
- Have a taste of freedom, but never really free.
- Bathed with flaming water didn’t bleach your skin.
- Cursed with myth and scripture, philosophies of men.
- Take your dimes and dollars to build the halls so grand
- ’Cross the traded ocean, but never in your land.
- No ticket for the mountain, no fig leaves for your waist,
- No oil for your forehead, no tokened hands embraced,
- No families forever, no broken bread or wine,
- No pastor, priest, or elder, and no empowered climb,
- No tongues or hands of healing, no prophecy or dreams,
- No chance for highest glory until the white man deems.
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