you don't know

you don't know by Kalil Sykes

my masters tell me

slave on, slave

I pick up my pickaxe and crack down on the rock

my masters tell me

you don't matter. if you ain't bleedin', you can go on.

slave on, slave

I pick up my pickaxe, swing high, stop low. 

the rock just hardens.

my masters tell me

you ain't strugglin'. I was strugglin'. you dont know nothin' yet.

slave on, slave

I pick up my pickaxe and my arms start to ache. cant say nothin' or i'll get hurt again.

I swing down harder. the rock still shines.

in its reflection, my agony and all them other emotions. look back at me. with smiles.

they point at the hangin' tree.

my masters tell me,

its work or die. so i works'. i hear an echo say "perish"

i pick up my pickaxe. swing down. my arms crumble. no mo' good.

but that rock broke. jus' another one in its place.

my masters tell me 

you still got legs. so do they.

they don't understand.

 

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