To live as a man, one must be free, to dye in slavery through my mind,
I am already dead. I cry upon the night,
crawl in a fetal form, silently I cry as a child,
mama save me from the dark cage ,
that set before me, as I pray and ask thy God,
to repress the hell, that I now live,
freedom that I fight, is my brother worthy of this hell.

Man a symbol of the world that he walks in Gods light the scholar who has no in- sight on life.
Love the Webster’s of Gods house
Sacrifice the resurrection of life.
Spirituality the wisdom that is ordained by God,
Ignorance mans deadly sin.
My God I sacrifice thy life for thy brother.
Chained in conformity of the slave masters chambers

My inheritance shall be restored upon this earth.
I shall not die, I shall return.
My spirits sings its own resurrection to fame.
I have been murder through tribulations,
but I shall return,
Until my brothers get it right.
The man of wisdom shall hold its own.
Through the valley of death;