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.