Running to the North of North America

Unsatisfied slaves working
Nothing but beating and whipping
Door to a secret passage
Enter a whole new world for freedom
Running as fast as they can
Ground as cold and hard as ice
Running with bare feet
Odors used to lead the dogs off track
Underground in the dark
Nothing but the moonlight
Dogs barking to find their way

Running to the north of North America
Africans were the first to be caught
In the secret tunnels they creep
Little children stay close to their mom
Riding in the back of wagons
Or just running through the night
Always escaping from their home
"Dumb Slaves," the catchers mumble





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