Denied a decent place, robbed of the home ancient place of birth. Pushed around with no land or place on this earth. When I think about the condition of my people. Latched to a patch of uncaring creepers. Stolen brought here in chains, just cant win. Kept down by the one with a clept in his chin. Traveling down the road I encountered a man. I asked for direction. He had deceit in his hand. Little did I know he was setting me up for rejection. He had his head down. I had a hunch my mind stored and recorded. The subconsious data like it was lunch. Somethings wrong. I learned what history has to share. Whats left. Found. Pulled from the air. Denied a place can't trust his hand. You can't trust just any man. So as you travel this distant land. Look out for that man with the clept in his chin.