InnerRay

This is where I can be found. Underground with no sound all around. Buried alive beneath your pile of lies where the flies destroy my eyes. Though I still see-see through all the strained smiles and broken laughter. I can see it all from here. Here, where I listen to you tell lies and tall tales. Holding on so tightly to that tigers tail, hoping that no one pay to close to the details or they might pick up a trail. Like those stories when we were young, some spoken some sung but one about a trail of breadcrumbs and a wolf locked onto your smell. You try so hard not to yell for one wolf's hunger you might quell, but a whole pack would surely follow you to hell and back.Who know how long you have until they come round? Picking up something other breadcrumbs searching for whatall can be found. And when the Wolves come out and find my disturbed ground, it will be more than my lips that will be bound, and if you're lucky, I'm the only thing waiting for you underground.

The year is 2020 His hands are clean No dirt in his teeth Not down on his knees And on his face is no pain But he came in chains Tears cried for the blood sweat and years taken We were kings, we were queens Is what they want us to believe Or have we forgotten We were sold not stolen We were bought Shipped Away by our countrymen From our home we were losers For what else do you call someone who has lost We were not kings and queens There are no dukes and duchesses We were losers and we were sold into slavery There was no honor or dignity or bravery We left in Chains, we came in Chains But where chains ended our strength began Nearly too broken to stand Our hands and our Knees Our face and our teeth Became good friends the mud on our feet Beaten with Bible verses and racial curses It was not just words But sticks and stones to break our bones But still we could stand And when the last stick and the last Stone had been thrown We ran not back or around but forward All the while knowing we