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wynton marsalis – plantation coffle march كلمات اغاني

[men, spoken]
reborn in this land of plenty as livestock.
talking work animals.

[leona]
and slow we marched for all to see
necks wringed with iron in agony
we drag on feet cut bare by ground
for endless miles did not sit down
new born we bring this land fresh gloom
rot baked in death ships’ hot wet womb
chained men, women and little ones
reduced to dogs by whips and guns

[jesse]
i will not slave for any man
with each slurred step i hate this land
i am a prince, no common man
and soon i will be free

[leona]
a weary walking travesty
chained from this land’s sweet majesty
we all submit except this one
whose high proud heart was overcome
though bound he took three men to ground
and would have k!lled but then the sound
of gunshot rang, the final bell
straight up he stood, and then he fell
[jesse]
i will not slave for any man
with each slurred step i hate this land
i am a prince, no common man
and soon i will be free

[leona]
and as he lay our coffle stalled
he could not walk and would not crawl
was time to move, he lay and fry
stared at the sun, prepared to die
i lift him up and walk him round
for many miles he makes no sound
this shuffle stops. how could it be?
he says no words of thanks to me
no words to me, no words to me

- wynton marsalis

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