Auction Block

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No more auction block for me,
no more, no more;
No more auction block for me,
many thousand gone.
No more, no more, tell the drum, tell God
No more, no more, many thousand gone.
Auction Block, you don't own my song
No more, no more, many thousand gone.

Teeth checked, back flexed, price talk slick
Tin cup knocked, corn dust stuck to my lip
Who ate good when my belly got split?
Who slept clean when my sweat built brick?
Day break, horn fuss, eyes on my wrist
Step too slow, they markin' my risk
I ain't mule, no tool, no boy to be sold
I talk big, then my ribs go cold
Why I still flinch when the yard get loud?
Why my breath duck low when a boot hit ground?
No more peck of corn for me
Set that measure down
No more pint of salt for me
Mouth burn, still I vow.

Many feet in my chest, they don't let me float
Freedom ain't clean if I drop they note
Lord, keep they names in the air I pull
I leave with the gone, I don't leave 'em cold
No more, no more.

"No more peck of corn for me,"
"many thousand gone."

No more auction block for me,
no more, no more;
No more auction block for me,
many thousand gone.
No more peck of corn for me
No more pint of salt for me
No more, no more, many thousand gone.
Auction Block, you don't own my song
No more, no more, many thousand gone.

Old voice knock hard, say bend, say run
Say eat what we give, say smile when done
Driver's lash talk loud with a leather tongue
Mistress call ring mean, tryna numb my lungs
Do I answer that? Nah, not today
Do I owe that fear rent? Nah, not today
I got brag in my mouth, got shake in my hand
Still I plant both feet in the dirt and stand
No more driver's lash for me
No more hundred lash for me
No more mistress call for me
Call can die at the gate
I ain't turnin', I ain't takin' they bait.

I stand in the cut, old pull, new air
Back still readin' pain, feet still dare
Lord, if I get weak, make my no stay strong
Many thousand gone, still pushin' me on
No more, no more.

"No more driver's lash for me,"
"many thousand gone."

No more auction block for me,
no more, no more;
No more auction block for me,
many thousand gone.
No more driver's lash for me
No more hundred lash for me
No more mistress call for me
No more, no more, many thousand gone.

I stand up slow, breath check, hands open
Room got space, no command spoken
Grief sit close, don't run my mouth
Peace come small, from rib to ground
No more for me
No more for us
No more.

First, the body ran.
Mind came after, limpin'.
Auction Block left grit under my tongue.
Corn taught hunger how to count.
Salt taught small things to burn long.
Lash taught sound to live under skin.
That call taught a voice can cage a grown man.
So I answer different now.
Not dressed up.
Not soft for comfort.
I am not the price.
I am not the portion.
I am not the bruise.
I am the breath after no.
And many gone still hear me.

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No more, no more, breath kick the latch No more auction block for me They counted my back, not the man attached Corn in a cup, salt in the crack of my teeth Lord, You saw that sale dirt cling to me Now I stand, name clean in my reach No more. No more auction block for me, no more, no more; No more auction block for me, many thousand gone. No more, no more, tell the drum, tell God No more, no more, many thousand gone. Auction Block, you don't own my song No more, no more, many thousand gone. Teeth checked, back flexed, price talk slick Tin cup knocked, corn dust stuck to my lip Who ate good when my belly got split? Who slept clean when my sweat built brick? Day break, horn fuss, eyes on my wrist Step too slow, they markin' my risk I ain't mule, no tool, no boy to be sold I talk big, then my ribs go cold Why I still flinch when the yard get loud? Why my breath duck low when a boot hit ground? No more peck of corn for me Set that measure down No more pint of salt for me Mouth burn, still I vow. Many feet in my chest, they don't let me float Freedom ain't clean if I drop they note Lord, keep they names in the air I pull I leave with the gone, I don't leave 'em cold No more, no more. "No more peck of corn for me," "many thousand gone." No more auction block for me, no more, no more; No more auction block for me, many thousand gone. No more peck of corn for me No more pint of salt for me No more, no more, many thousand gone. Auction Block, you don't own my song No more, no more, many thousand gone. Old voice knock hard, say bend, say run Say eat what we give, say smile when done Driver's lash talk loud with a leather tongue Mistress call ring mean, tryna numb my lungs Do I answer that? Nah, not today Do I owe that fear rent? Nah, not today I got brag in my mouth, got shake in my hand Still I plant both feet in the dirt and stand No more driver's lash for me No more hundred lash for me No more mistress call for me Call can die at the gate I ain't turnin', I ain't takin' they bait. I stand in the cut, old pull, new air Back still readin' pain, feet still dare Lord, if I get weak, make my no stay strong Many thousand gone, still pushin' me on No more, no more. "No more driver's lash for me," "many thousand gone." No more auction block for me, no more, no more; No more auction block for me, many thousand gone. No more driver's lash for me No more hundred lash for me No more mistress call for me No more, no more, many thousand gone. I stand up slow, breath check, hands open Room got space, no command spoken Grief sit close, don't run my mouth Peace come small, from rib to ground No more for me No more for us No more. First, the body ran. Mind came after, limpin'. Auction Block left grit under my tongue. Corn taught hunger how to count. Salt taught small things to burn long. Lash taught sound to live under skin. That call taught a voice can cage a grown man. So I answer different now. Not dressed up. Not soft for comfort. I am not the price. I am not the portion. I am not the bruise. I am the breath after no. And many gone still hear me.

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