I have seen the moon set, and the sun rise But I yet try to understand the obligations Of this world, who dictates my fate, and under a fraud objective, he seems to continue to prophesize my meaning of a man, I have sown beside the coherent of my seclusions’, in this undetermined venture, who am I? LORD said I was a man, I walk, I speak, I bleed, I sacrifice my dignity upon the boundaries upon my head, I scattered the seed enough to plant my plantation, seeds of my seeds, I nurtured the plantation with my tears, I the share cropper have felt the scars of the land, sanctions my manhood to be as the most dislike and nevertheless the countless, I have tipped the level of pain, beside the waters of my tears, yet I continue to stand, and walk, and continue to rise upon the vanguard of the devil, sown beside all waters in my day. I planted deep the legacy of warrior under all odds, what is life if there is no pain, I seek gathered by the bloody sea, I can only see the picture, that once lived before me, I take my licking upon the earth, and the loyalty that I show, for the almighty in honor of his grace death or life, just to live, is the test, under all odds of the denatured rusted chains of mind, within my heart the fear that wind or fowl would take the grain away. I planted safe against this stark, lean year. I scattered seed enough to plant the land in rows in de' house of alabama and southern roads, but for my reaping only what the hand can hold at once is all that I can show. Yet what I sowed upon the bounty that lies upon my head, but for my reaping only what the hand cause, shall be what the cause shall challenge in the prosperity of its cause, I am what I am, my brothers son’s of this inherited dream, the illusions that I may wake up, and say fair well upon this gloom, I am what I Am, I shall not feed on the bitter loom, for who so ever walk the path, shall rise upon another level, in the paradise of the blessed robe.