Don't sell me to the white man don't lay
Me down to die. Momma said stop you're
Hurting her, you better let her go,
Can't you see the chain's too tight,
Can't you see she's turning white. We
Must flee before the sun awakes and the
Dogs bark alarming our escape, across
The field to the rivers edge where we
Will sail away. Stop he yelled at us and
Then he raised his gun, I saw a shadow
Fall in the distance. I waited at the
Rivers edge, freedom no longer meant
What it did before, it was just broken
Promises. Day flows into another, a
Momentary lapse of time. Returned to
Slavery, for my curious need, to know if
Her bones still lay and there they be.
The only thing that they cannot chain,
My dream of freedom that I painfully
Await, or is it just broken promises.