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Parchman Prison Prayer - Po Child Lyrics

I've got shackles on my feet
Chains on my brain
I've been struggling so long
This pain don't feel like pain
Dark, cloudy days
Teardrops fall like rain
Woah, Lord
We'll always be this way

But we are still home, brother
Systematically enslaved in our society
With fatherless property
Kids are being born by fatherless fathers
Raised by fatherless ways
In raise newspaper, front page
The new modern day Kunta Kintes
Your name Toby now, boy
And they don't have to whip us anymore
Or hang us from trees
They just whip us with a prison cell
And hang us for sixty years 'forе our first cell
And the sad part is
I haven't еven told you how old you is
Po' child