Tell me the stories of death...
Tell me the tales of after life...
His hands swayed with the Bible at dawn....
Saying he comes.... Beware he comes...
But who comes in time, who takes my life..
The way to the grave is paved by age..
but what is it to this life I asked...
He said this life u choose urself... .
I said I choose to be free...
He said slavery lays in your subconciousness...
I said what is it to the scars...
What is it to that man on the hill...
What is it to these chains at my feet...