Future Day's

When the shadow's
Finally
Become the light
Of future days
When the weak willed
Become
The law maker's
Of our nation
Of our state's
It will be then
That we will hear
From the hair's
On the back of our necks
The weeping
Like the sound
of a mournful wind
From the graves
Of our forefathers
Who died
In so much pain
For the freedoms
That We Today
GIVE away
To those who Demand


We be Slave's