Dark corners all around me, a wooden crate or a box,
i think my brothers are above me somewhere nearer the top,
all around and, near the sides i hear the cries, of our women and kids, somebody dies,
consumed with fear,
feels like i been on this boat for years, i feel my slop ration, i spat on a rope brush my ear,
& to my left there's this bald headed kid, he's been crying for days,
saw him swallow his tongue through a gap in the crate,
consoled him, told him,
that one day we'd be kings, wid diamonds pearls gold,
plus a fist full of rings,
to live a life full of luxury and all that it brings,
but for now we gotta suffer now the pain will begin,
i flash back to before, to the, terrible war on the shore of the mother land covered in gore,
wid bodies littering the ground spears and guns on the floor,
could never guess what was in store, then they took us abroad...

The first time i heard the word ******, things will never be the same again...

That bodies decomposing the stench is overwhelming,
i scream for help but found nothing,
only laughter, slave master, bringer of disaster,
its like the whole world these people wanna round up and capture,
hearing footsteps slowly getting closer...
every couple paces it stops,
i hear scream filled with shock,
closed my eyes and prayed, that this maddness would stop, be over,
wondering what could be the provoker,
managed to twist my neck and say they had a red hot poker!!!
there were two of them conversing in a strange tongue, alright i didn't understand but i wished i could run,
instead i'm laid chained and on my back with that terrible hum,
its the pain of my people with dispair on their tongues...

The first time i heard the word ******, things will never be the same again...


just landed on the shore,
no longer trapped on the boat,
theres a chain around my ankle that connects to my throat.
there were thousands of us,
single file off of the boat, shocked so many stayed strong, lived on, managed to cope,
i seen a hundred white men who cheered as we came near,
i could see now his motives horrifically clear,
to build a nation off fear blacks and lies,
so AFRICA could die, and so this new nation could rise,
an unusual land strange new area, im not sure, but i keep hearing the word AMERICA,
a white man screaming at me, don't understand what he's saying,
but he constantly repeats the word ******, is this my new name?
dont understand, damn, this is too strange, i heard him call somebody else by the very same name, separated from the rest of the slaves,
to be inspected like an animal trapped in a cage - filled with rage

The first time i heard the word ******, things will never be the same again...