Riverside 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
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 stomach ache
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...