Sirens flaring
the public stills in motion
eyes glaring
behind the sun shades
to hide the deep emotion
and to peek at the commotion
I stay focused
believing in only one God
I rather bite the bullet than spare the rod
you forgot, so I let you be forgotten
just because one apple was spoiled
don’t mean the remnant is rotten
it doesn’t mean its not slavery
because there is no need to pick cotton
I hold the honor of the Father with high regard
and man don`t got a heaven for us
words to the disheartened
they can never stop what has started
and what a great crowd of witnesses
to the dearly departed
those gruesomely martyred
see you at the crossroads
