Ere Me, I See My Hell

(Series: A prisoner needs love) I got wild – called for a spice Told my chest to set my heart on fire I need not to be white – I need to be black When I saw the assembly of slanderers i want to face. I raced myself to the elders Took portions of advices to wrap it up In a grain sheep wool to weave / around a white cloth Strapped with a black and blood thread / snoring in a calabash. God answered the prayers of leaves and grasses The freshness of a new soul / but a seed of my fire has been sowed since my feet took the race A step cut firewood A step grew fire A step grew fangs A step intoxicated the head of the fire A step launched obsessions for imagination in my head A step encouraged a guilt feelings that is clearer than the sky. Before me I see my fire lingering in good spirit But with enthusiasm I want to sip my coffee watching