it flows continuously like soul's of slaves
floating in the Atlantic Ocean,
slowly coasting from east to west like the sun,
spirits rise to the east,
while flesh rest in the west
LIFE comes, DEATH goes;
ancient folklore implies that for every death
a new soul is blessed with earthly breath,
if that's the truth then when my flesh no longer
longs for breath, may the newborn that replaces
me be smarter, stronger, and more disciplined then I
TRUTH is REAL, LIES remain FAKE;
even though folk invoke that when they speak
the truth is spoke, but when heard by the herd
it sounds like fabricated jokes
PAIN is the STRUGGLE, STRUGGLE is the PAIN;
open your eyes and feed your brain
and one day the true truth will be explained,
or you can keep your eyes wide shut and burn
with the flames...