Son of Slaves
Eli Arbor
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I've seen the farthest rivers I've seen the skies so Blue I have seen the greenest valleys And I still come home to you The city sings so differently He pulls his collar close against the chill of the autumn breeze The falling leaves Shed the sins of the summer Hold the secrets of lovers Told from under the covers One is all for the others These buildings hold court for us Tattered battles scars Looking like they fought for us Standing tall against the chill of the winter These the children of many men and women Who left the south for new beginnings I am the son of slaves I'm the son of slaves The son of man Been that way for a long time Son of a daughter of single moms Who had waited there in that long line For that DSS for them 8 kids A proud women don't mistake it So it makes sense Had a daughter No mistakes when She was Summa cum in a place built by slaves How you survive in a place built on graves? But she found a way Had to take it all Cause a glass ceiling never break a fall Feeling of flying or reeling I swear my momma she one in a million I am the son of slaves the son of man Son of a son of a church Who's father fought for a country that couldn't even see his worth Who's nephew served a nation that couldn't even see his worth Who rose up from the red clay of the South Carolina dirt Talkin bout Ms Mabel you been a saint Hope you can see what your son has done Took two boys into two men And he made sure never wanted none Numbers was good Work was right math tight Business mind sparked the fire that made sure the path was alight I am the son of slaves I'm the son of man Son of a city I always loved Tattooed the flower up on my chest So I never forget where I'm coming from Came from the mud But towers grow in the dirt Power grow in the hurt Passion grow in the work Flowers gift and a curse Here people die everyday City full of ghosts like I'm Schwayze It's a shame Corner cemetery obituary to the slain Call you from the highest peaks Let it ring out in the valley low Sorry that I had to leave but I had to see what was on the other shore Had to see what meant more See what I was meant for Squeeze all they pockets free Just to get the keys for my own soul Memories of my old home Tend to be what I have left Let it be where birthed me Be the place let it finally come to rest So bury me at Mount Hope Let Lattimer's handle my funeral Face me to the Genesee See the West side so beautiful Beef patty on my tombstone Oxtail on my grave And pour out in my memory every time I get a plate And don't mention my city's name Roc city didn't raise you I don't wanna see the flower on you if the flower on you didn't raise you Said don't mention my city's name Roc city didn't raise you I don't wanna see the flower on you if the flower on you didn't raise you Don't mention my city's name Roc city didn't raise you I don't wanna see the flower on you if the flower on you didn't raise you Don't mention my city's name Don't mention my city's name Don't mention my city's name Don't mention my city's name
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