Written by Chaka PX
The better one is right,
The mark of divinity always on top,
Riding the slaves of passion,
I wasn’t a saint, nor a sinner,
Don’t judge that right now.
World is a quick death sentence,
Indeed something must kill a man.
Out of many, just the one,
So many voice, which is the one?
I wouldn’t take my step, downward,
I believe it’s never a way but a lane,
We build for our secret way out.
I am born free, now on fence,
Where is right to jump?
I know the truth, I mean it’s singing in my ears on a daily,
Out of the many, just one will serve.
Make a choice or it’s being made for you.