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
Ain't nothing more to say, Your Honor
Don't look at me like that
The truth is, I am a free man,
but I can't 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 don't have a stomachache
It's just my face

I got stuck, I ran aground
I got used to spewing bile
I wonder whether all those years
hadn't been a waste of time

So how am I doing?
Oh, I can complain
Smoke too many cigarettes,
but I don't care

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