A slave Revolt
2004-01-20 || 8:15 p.m.

You speak of me at 3/5ths value

So sell me down the river

Towards my family I've not seen in years

Your Mother ought to be proud

Your intellegence outdeems your smile

Counting me 3/5ths of a person

I work twice as hard as you do

Yet you feed me corn meal and water

Luckily i'll get table scraps

But not this go around

So add me to the election

I'll run for president

Maybe i'll get 3/5th's the vote's.

Or three fifth's your smile

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