Many years after the freedom of slave man
Yet his mind always fight the battle of oneself
A time when a mouth fear to eat his desire
Despite the strength of his arms to bring closer

His strong feet stepped upon the marsh
But falling, instead to dominate the field
His eyes were set upon the azure; begging for bread
While many trees were crying for help to offload

My heart realizes many weapon invented against oneself
For to shatter and discriminate oneself
And also to condemn his sibling
But never for him to know the plight of evil against his soul

Never sleep at night; never wake at day for mystery work
Sharpen your heart like a sword of knight
Dominate your heart, not for the sovereign of evil
Be wise and ready to rearrange your mind-set upright