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letra de far from home - griot b

feet pounding, you’re running
heart sounding like thunder and
you’re scared to death and they’re on your left
men daring to catch you slave runners coming
you heard of a lot of your tribesmen got caught
by these men never seen again
so you run nonstop but it is so hot
your legs weaken you start wheezing and
you take a hit to the head, wake up wish you were dead
on your head is a net, metal belts on your neck
you try to wrest from arrest
now you got welts on your chest
strange men inspecting the chest legs and the breast
of the captives and guess what yes you are next
yes you are checked and put to the test
yes you are naked forget some respect
all of the invalids are placed to the right
all of the best, put to the left
yeah you’re on the left and making the trek
out to the coast you’re now on a boat
brought to the deck and marched down below
all you hear is crying, screaming
and even though
you don’t understand the words that are spoke
the tears and screams are poking your soul
you’re laid down for the ride packed close side by side
this ain’t comfortable yes it’s hot inside
and you can barely move. everything reeks of pee
you’re covered in feces too and the only time you eat
is when the strangers throw food to you
one month in and 36 infected and sick to their death
the guy on the right side of you smells ripe
and it’s now day 5 since he has died
stuck like a magnet he’s there. maggots everywhere
waves crash on him, now theirs maggots in your hair
days turn to nights. nights turn to days
all you hear is crying and crashing of waves
suddenly you stop your brought to the top
out to the land onto an auction block
inspected again, sold to a man
with a cruel smile and whip in his hand
you see a daughter torn from her mother’s arms and
all you hear is

sometimes i feel
like a motherless child
a childless mom
my heart is torn
i’m far from home
so far from home
a long way home
i’m far from home

home. the thought runs through your mind
as you march in a line
chains on your legs whips hit your spine
blood on your neck sweat drips in eyes
it’s cold at night and the only light
comes from the white guy elevated high
up on a horse you hear his voice
commanding you like he owns your life
like he’s your god
the march stops and chains come off
so you take off and you run non-stop
all you hear is barks and your racing heart
you run through the dark
but you’re so lost that you get caught
lying on the ground strangers all around
barking dogs on top
and then you’re brought back to their town
strapped to the trunk of a tree
with your clothes ripped way past your knees
in your native tongue you beg and plea
but the man’s whip lash will not cease
eventually you black out
wake up in house tied up with your back down
naked like your birth from the womb
but you’re not home nor alone in this room
standing over you is that man
with evil eyes and evil plans
he grabs you with his hands …

sometimes i feel
like a motherless child
a childless mom
my heart is torn
i’m far from home
so far from home
a long way home
i’m far from home

the middle p-ssage:
the tragic rapture of human captives
black gold stolen from their homes
over 2 million souls disappeared like magic
ship and stacked in lower decks
stuffed like overhead baggage
sold like cattle. enslaved as chattel
black children became b-st-rds
the middle p-ssage

- griot b

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