They called it drapetomania We called it freedom Blood shot eyes Heat from iron Branded like cattle The crisp crack of the whip The tight grip of rusted chains Tight like the noose The violent rip and bloody rape of virgins Treated as sub-humans So far from the motherland Counting time by the moon Every fiber of this being yells escape Fast away from this foreign place Stripped of everything Verge of starvation. Sick as a dog Their cruelty still won't weaken This undying resolve The fire is lit. The plan is set Our cloak, the night The Northern Star, our guide Tales of abolitionists With welcoming open arms Masters called us fugitives, such vigilance We called it resilience Endurance Perseverance The Resistance Southern sweat, bloodshed, and tears That fall like moss from hovering oak trees The defiance of the righteous shall withstand Crossing over, freedom, destination The “Yankee” northern promised land. Determination to live and die free And not perish at the feet Of the inhumane enemyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
