The history of slavery covers slave systems in historical perspective in which one human being is legally the property of another, can be bought or sold, is not allowed to escape and must work for the owner without any choice involved. As Drescher (2009) argues, "The most crucial and frequently utilized aspect of the condition is a communally recognized right by some individuals to possess, buy, sell, discipline, transport, liberate, or otherwise dispose of the bodies and behavior of other individuals." An integral element is that children of a slave mother automatically become slaves. It does not include historical forced labor by prisoners, labor camps, or other forms of unfree labor in which laborers are not considered property.
Slavery can be traced back to the earliest records, such as the Code of Hammurabi (c. 1760 BC), which refers to it as an established institution. Slavery is rare among hunter-gatherer populations as slavery depends on a system of social stratification. Slavery typically also requires a shortage of labor and a surplus of land to be viable.
Sophisticated slave trade rhythmically admired
Give me a punctual bliss
He's in love with a velvet glove
Soon he'll feel the fist
His senses are reeling
He can't sit still
He's got that same old feeling
The same old thrill
The same old thrill
Goose flesh, giggling, stimulating scenes
Pleasure is a means to the end
Hedonistic high time
He can't get enough
Physical encounters can offend
Drinking like a fish out of water high and dry
When there's no tomorrow he doesn't even try
Don't take a walk, when it's easier to run
Don't take it easy
No don't take it
Don't you touch the flesh, the fragile flesh
He's never going to get near the heart
He can prodel, he can poke but it won't get him closer
He's only playing a part
Across the threshold he feels his nostrils flare
The stifling perfume is so thick in there
Don't take a walk, when it's easier to run
Don't take it easy, no don't take it
Don't take it easy, Don't take it easy
Don't take it, Don't take it
Don't take it, Don't take it
Don't take it, Don't take it
Don't take it, Don't take it
Sophisticated slave trade rhythmically admired
Give me a punctual bliss
He's in love with a velvet glove
Soon he'll feel the fist
His senses are reeling
He can't sit still