I am the one
You have beaten and hung
Smirked and foolishly laughed
As you was doing it along side of your men
I took it as a man, as my father did before me
You and your buddies played like young boys
And I knew your time will come
My soul watched as you hung me
On that tree beaten to death
Blood running from every end of my lifeless body
I watched my last breath
Puff right out of my own mouth
You violently took your whips and sticks
To my hanging, proudly black, soulless body
Until the skin of me fell
As if I was an animal being slathered
To the hot and dusty grass
Under the Oak Tree
The Oak Tree that still bleeds me
