So many sad stormy mornings, I wake crying
In handcuffs I wear my fear on my sleeves
I've slaved for your acceptance and passion
To fill my empty being
A blood soaked masked
Play and dance in the river of death
That is now my solace
I've slaved for your acceptance and passion
I have walked, danced, cried, made love to you,
Have labor and even curse God
I am black in color
Surrounded by pain
Pain that has driven me to love
Love that is the energy
That makes me slave for the love
Of the only being that lives in my head and my heart
Take my hand
Take my time
Take my life
And give me life.
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