Proph (US) - Ex-Slave (circa 1836) lyrics

[Proph] Spent my whole life livin on this plantation All I know is devastation and pain from the lacerations Papa died when I was five, committed suicide Say if he couldn't be free no point in bein alive So I took his advice tried to run 3 times But I swear this time y'all, it ain't gon be the same Word round here is they got an underground railroad And Ima be the first one up on the train Harriet Tubman picked me up round 8 And I was surprised cuz honestly I thought Moses was a dude But anyway, before I leave tell my people goodbye And ask the house slaves to poison ma**a food Shouldn't a told nobody, now they told somebody Now they want my body they got a price up on my head And got the nerve to offer $100 if they grab me by da collar Dey don't care if I'm alive or if I'm dead And I don't care neither, and I ain't scared either, gotta make it North Got some folks in Chicago And if I die before I make it, somebody tell my descendants what I died for We gotta make a way... [Malcolm X] So we are all black people, so-called Negroes, second-cla** citizens. Ex-slaves. You're nothing but a ex-slave. You don't like to be told that. But what else are you? You are ex-slaves. You didn't come here on the “Mayflower.” You came here on a slave ship — in chains, like a horse, or a cow, or a chicken. And you were brought here by the people who came here on the “Mayflower.”