We have made you pick the November cotton
We have made you reap the April wheat,
We have treated you poorly
Hunt, whip, and beat.

We have given you no freedom
We have given you no right,
Your life was not worth to us
More than a fight.

You have asked us values of monetary
To show us our shame and sorrow,
But what most of you don't see
We gave you something to follow.

Your imprisonment here has set you free
Your imprisonment here has given you light,
To show our shame and sorrow, we gave
Your enlightenment to a higher height.

To me, that is more valuable than monetary
To me it is me it is stronger than anything,
What we gave to you in the end
The ways of a powerful wing.