Emancipation (No longer willin’ to play your games)

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‘ am no longer afraid of looking in you in the eye.
Walked the miles
toiled the soil
from a child to a man.
‘ was your slave
servile for a while,
sang your songs
now I sing my own songs of liberation and freedom.
Bathing in the rain
called me insane,
electrocuted and hanged me,
say I was primitive of mind
one of a kind.
All the same,
played your…