In hardship of circumstance leading to my repentance
Victories witnessed, now my senile sickness
Joys that flooded my soul engulf me in whole
Sorrows that come to me at night keep me up in fright
Can’t mercy be on my side under its shadow can I hide?
Death be not my provoker or midnight choker
But puts us in order like lambs to slaughter; be sober
‘Cause the Black Stars "sees us hiding like thieves in the night of life"
Regardless of poverty or strife; husband or wife
It still strikes hearts like a bitter knife
Or death’s potent arrow, coming on the wings of a black sparrow
Is there tomorrow with so much sorrow?
With so much life we mourn, Death spare life till dawn
Now consider this song not as a remedy
But a strategy to let men for tells the tragedy…