Black child born with out a place to lay his head. Like our father you’re mistreated in this world. Once hung not long ago in the trees. Arched up to the sky similar to how they treated the son of man. Fear killed us both. Because the blessing any one can bring are not welcome. This land is cursed and now this day, you see the fruits of your transgressions. Don’t wonder why you lost control of your offspring. They must fall like you thought I should. You burning bones destined to suffer the sulfur in the deeps. Shall never find peace. It’s too late. Your die has cast. Long before you reached these shores.