Am I a dead man walking though?
Feeling pain, ankles chained
Where my shoes yo?
I'm cold as ice , eyes and legs
Pushing love up out my
Womb no words spoken.
My mouth won't move I call her name
But she won't answer
With her baby cry and there I
Lie with Christian cancer.
Just bees and trees and flowers
Just bees and things and flowers
Eleven twenty eight