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Born on a farm in a transatlantic moonlightSplit like a cord of wood, my family broke upSold like a piece of steer, a piece of meat, a cowA breathing piece of shitPicked for my age, for my strength and make upCalled for I was tall, I was big, I could hold upA tree or a piece of steel I could doWhat my fat owner can'tFuture farmers of AmericaFuture farmers of AmericaFuture farmers of AmericaI'm always watching the way his wife looks me overI have a sex twice as big as her husband'sIf I wasn't so large, so strong, so paleI'd disappear under a bushColorless men and ladies of the world uniteKill your master with one cut of your knifeKill them during sex, kill them during talkKill them whenever you canFuture farmers of AmericaFuture farmers of AmericaFuture farmers of AmericaThese stupid black owners are foreigners to affairs of the heartLook at me, I'll never own the land that I work onEvery one of us here shares a surnameThis father must dieI was born on the dark cusp of twilightMy father was dark, my mother was lightLook at me, I'm strongI could crush him in my fistI could crush him in myI could crush him in myI could crush him in my fistI could crush him in myI could crush him in myI could crush him in my fistFuture farmers of AmericaI could crush him in my fistFuture farmers of AmericaI could crush him in my fistFuture farmers of AmericaI could crush him in my fist