( Rah Part ) Still working this cotton gin... wondering when this horrific torture will end...
Everyday i go out and work till every inch aches, until callused skin and blood blend.!
7 days a week 365 days a year i must be cautious..
Watching my people get whipped and beat makes my stomach permanently nautious
My mind in emotional trauma... so I rely on my soul
This forced bondage forces me to pay and take its high priced toll
( Jmoris Part ) No light in my eyes covered by my own fears of my spirit separating from the flesh I wish to give away
No loose lungs always collapsed by crys of peace hymns violated by crushed dreams of a held truth
To be a arms length from my life kept enclosed with the eye of the most high and i continue to ask
I am to realize my faith falls on the reality of your bondage relentless rage covered by false love but still rape the youth of there dreams of triumph
Is this how i am supposed to in vision my zion?
The river of Eden forms from my eyes as i frantically wash away the daymares i am forced to walk on air with by the decreasing minute
Nursing the failure of my people i am dared to step forth and poke a caved in chest out and demand my shackles be released from the mends to my skin
Am i to sacrifice such a burden when the faith of potential followers are breed to see only the failures where i am to be covered by their blood
My thoughts while I dangle..... from..... this...... tree...
