Just a Share Cropper

Im just a share cropper, dats my name
Many a title but we all de same
I work de soil seven days a week
I labor and toil till Im tired and weak

I got to pay to fertilize
I got to pay for seed
My integrity I compromise
To meet my familys need

At de end of de season when harvest is done
Im worse off then when I begun
De mastah he keep de book
De mastah he wont even let me take a look
If I dare to argue and fight
Ill get a visit late at night
So I silently curse and deny my pride
And my anger and hatred I try to hide
See de mastah he got complete control
He got everything but my soul.

john kaniecki