When you see my name,
how much do you know...
ever imagine
night enter a ship,
yes, deep in the hold,
only as cargo,
understand the cost,
sleeping in the dark,
ever-present death,
everyday, I cry,
maybe you don't know,
yes, the slave traders,
no one imagines
about my dark past,
my dead ancestors,
even I must weep.
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