Slave Lady کے بول

Seconds ahead ‘til I’m gone Million thoughts still come Queen, what I am Though my name says I’m none I’ve lived a fairy tale life Shades of white Words came as villains to fight But at least a name I’d sign The ordinary slave girl Gained respect and pride Xica da Silva, woman, ruler From misery a lady rises Unconscious need for acceptance Her rich mate could buy Rules, I once decided were my own Mirrors for my elite White fancy, since a Christmas gift made up me Rules, I once decided were my own Formed my identity Soul, a gentle lord bought to me A half-bred queen, Surrounded by a dozen Enslaved princesses Proudly spitting on the faces Hypocrites let traces On my silver wig laces Evermore