BLACK HEAVENS WHITE FOLKS
Welcome to my world yonder, Where you find all the lost souls sailing under, Although it stinks, please bear with us, Although reason hold no one but we got choice, That while in multitude of words I was cause. In union they look to zone me down, Those are children of my father’s house, In whose eyes I fine mayhem of various kinds. So darkling was their sense of morals That they eat yet the fable among us. Coming houses the prejudice every hold dear, So you think we know not the end start today, Buying the spirit of mean fellow chain by freewill, So you thought the world end yesteryear, Think well because we bear the mark, Of the roads that leads tomorrow minds. So see now, If justice their talks about justcause, Dear her liberators and see, If your children will not be the meat for market girt, But off all these: Truth is, we die in ignorance of love, Truth is the god in whose belly justice reside, Truth is, w...