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The Land Of Opportunity
Frederick D. Perkins |
I suppose someone in my family
Was a slave
They had one work ethic
Work or die
And so they toiled
In a place called
 THE LAND OF OPPORTUNITY
And so, those work ethics
Were passed on
Though somewhere down the line
The penalty was less sever
Or, so I hear
In a place called
THE LAND OF OPPORTUNITY
It became a mark of respect
To have the opportunity to work
Though a day off
Was something cherished
I would guess that slave thought
When the night came
The day was off
In a place called
THE LAND OF OPPORTUNITY
To have the opportunity to work
Is a wonderful thing
To have the opportunity
To have and to hold
To send my children to a private school
To keep my family warm
Against the winters cold
In a place called
THE LAND OF OPPORTUNITY
Makes me wonder why
Someone would say
In this free country
I have the opportunity
Not to work
To stand here on this corner
And get paid
In a place called
THE LAND OF OPPORTUNITY
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