Written by Chaka Px

Covered in treacherous nastiness

of the world beyond.

We were bound by words and fear,

that the wind became very hustile

and our feet our own enemy.

Suddenly the birds became our voice

the air gave our tommy to eat.
Our captor, Darkness has surrendered.

We bathed in day light

to reveal our agony.

Who do we tell of the truth,

the scriptures to the young and

a Brain tumor to the old.

nothing can compare.

Freedom a Gift.



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