Poet, Sculptor, Artist, Musician, Inventor and Story Teller
Feed me bread and water.
Chain me to a mill stone,
Rape my sons and daughters
Whip me to the bone.
Chain to a mind set
Feed on drugs and boose
I am so lost in sorrow
where's the manna I seek.
Bloods runs like water
fills the Crypt your home.
Cry tomorrow's tears your
heart has turn to stone
Pushers Peddle poison
Corrupt the boys and girls
till they can't see straight.
Is it me or just my fate
200 years now
you'd
think that I'd feel free.
I am so full of hate
It’s Killen me.
Feed me rap and crap
chained me to a gang
roch infested tenement
no place to call home
1988