new generation slave

Into this world I came
Filled with fear, crying all the time

I guess my birth left a great scar
On my heart and mind

Now I hand -pick cotton and struggle to sing
'I am happy and I do what I like'

But my voice breaks, and I start to hate
My singing and simply everyone

Mama told me be good
Work hard, and love Mr. God

Every Sunday, I lie
Trying to realize why

Aint nothing more to say, Your Honor
Dont look at me like that

The truth is, I am a free man
But I cant enjoy my life

I came to a standstill
With lies and hopes inside my head
Always seemed too late to turn
And too soon to understand
No, I dont have a stomachache
Its just my face

I got stuck, I ran aground
I got used to spewing bile
I wonder whether all those years
Hadnt been a waste of time
So how am I doing?
Oh, I can complain

Smoke too many cigarettes
But I dont care

Into this world I came
Filled with fear, crying all the time