Nat Turner

(In 1831, a slave named Nat Turner saw a vision in the sun That he took as a sign from God to start up a revolution and set his people free.) (Over three days, he started what would become the biggest Rebellion in U.S. slave history.) (Yet his story has never been told... Until now.) Here I stand, a man not free Whip markers on my back, shackles on both feet Picking cotton in the stone heat Pray the lord my soul keep for one day he came and told me In the year of 1831 I awoke at dawn to see his vision in the sun It seemed that the clouds parted to reveal his tongue And he said "My son, the revolution has begun" And with that, I knew the message was clear We'll kill the oppressor who kept us in prison for years Raped our women and laughed at our tears Made us build their meal while they sit back in their chairs Late night, I planned with my peers, we build weapons No guns, we must slice them from neck to the ears With spears, so they can hear The pain of the people who are God's creation, not theirs I'm the one that they don't teach you in class about I'm the one who ran up in the master's house Put a knife to his neck and then gagged his mouth Charged him for black murder, I'm Nat Turner I'm the one that they don't teach you in class about I'm the one who ran up in the master's house Put a knife to his neck and then gagged his mouth Charged him for black murder, I'm Nat Turner Through the darkness, we march like hellions They called it a massacre, I call a rebellion We moved quickly, with no time to spare Bloodlust, leave no life to spare Women and children neither After we freed our brothers we burned down the house To ensure no survivors On horseback we rode, blood dripping from the hooves Head out 'till dawn, positioned in the woods Then we attack again, ravaged them The blades slashed against the master's plaster skin The murder was so passionate Screaming to the heavens, we would never ever go back again Word began to spread of the violent mob That brought forth the wicked into the side of God This was where the demise begins It was written, my tale would only succumb to a violent end I'm the one that they don't teach you in class about I'm the one who ran up in the master's house Put a knife to his neck and then gagged his mouth Charged him for black murder, I'm Nat Turner I'm the one that they don't teach you in class about I'm the one who ran up in the master's house Put a knife to his neck and then gagged his mouth Charged him for black murder, I'm Nat Turner After two days of non-stop action we rested In the back-roads of Virginia, guided by the night crescent It was here that I began to write my confessions For I knew it was only a matter of time 'fore they catch us A house nigger got scared, ran to the county building Told them our whereabouts, then they beat him 'till they killed him In the still of night I saw the flames from the distance Attacked us while we slept, but this time, the difference We fought back But the slaves told me the revolution would only stop If they caught Nat So again on horseback I rode, they gave the chase Caught up with me eventually, had to face fate They hung me, skinned me, kept my head as a souvenir Beat slaves to death, 'cuz they were consumed with fear That the uprising of blacks would happen, and attack further Because of the name Nat Turner I'm the one that they don't teach you in class about I'm the one who ran up in the master's house Put a knife to his neck and then gagged his mouth Charged him for black murder, I'm Nat Turner I'm the one that they don't teach you in class about I'm the one who ran up in the master's house Put a knife to his neck and then gagged his mouth Charged him for black murder, I'm Nat Turner