I barely hear the tiger roar
and hear the squeal of a wild boar
when my heart begins to pound
as I race across African ground
flying swiftly without a sound
until I have been safely found.
A slave girl of a day gone by,
dreamed I was she, and fireflies
glowing green in the African sky
as mama chides, "Child, you shall die
if you run off, well, it is goodbye.
Now, get you some shut eye tonight."
Laid I real still and thought about
the hungry mister in the house
who stalks me as a tiger does
when I'm alone I always knows
he comes. And when he starts to doze
I run into the night that glows.
It is free beneath the genteel sky
where I can breathe and God's big eye
watches over me and maybe I
will be a stately lady
but for the mister callin me.
Striped tigers are everywhere
only place they aint is my nightmares.
How can a rose grow straight and fair
when it is held too much, and it has no air?
That is when I make my prayer
Father, please help, if you are up there.
And then one day out of the blue
mister says he is gotta let us loose,
we earned our peace, especially me
as if he is handing us the golden key
and we walk free. Yes, we walk free
not fearing the tigers in the trees.
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