Masta


Yes Masta I says to the man standing over me,
Thinking I gots work do, to bring ol' sweat.
This ain't no way to be, hunkered down likes,
Treating me like I'm a man to be less than he.

Tonights, night brings darkness blends my black,
Then I'm gonna straighten my back, no masta see.
Trouble ain't be whipping at me like day bring,
Tonights, night set me free to plant family seed.

Twilight, an awful sight, bends my back to masta.
Tomorrow, Yes masta I says in morn', he chains me.
Take home a little pay, maybe masta a melon for me.
Than ain't gonna be boy, you get to planting my seed.

Today brings lash just for the ask, pay is my back,
Toil day after day, cracks my hands plantin' his seed.
Tonights, night sets me free to plant family seed.
Tomorrow, maybe we be set free to raise our own.

Thank you good Lord above for nights to be free.
Thank you good Lord for always looking over me.
Thank you good Lord for this family I can see.
Tomorrow Lord, our family seed will be born free.