The First Lyrical Slave

The First lyrical Slave looking at the palms of my chocolate coated dish panned hands moving in transit with a blared view of days gone by, of life's unsheltered yesterdays i turn them back in forth looking at the age of them with every heavily thought feared drops a classified tear wondering in time I maybe honestly vindicated but as for, the negligence of the singing writer and there coworkers pitching a hideous war on a helpless person's family so i say if you do the crime you can do the time or don't sing it at all p.s. famous or not, say no to slavery