I look back the past
still behind me it
still follows me
as if I'm a fugitive
from justice I'm
innocent I cried a
testimony to my soul
who done it and why
we think we know
we think we know why
do we know too much
do we not know enough
who are we to think
we know who are we
to assume we know
why do we care do
we really care or
did we put on airs
acting like we
know more than our
teacher weren't we
supposed to be
preparing for our
graduation day
were we looking
forward to walking
across the stage
did we not rehearse
a speech did we not
speak of being
leaders in society
one time before when
we were lit like
candles on a birth
day cake we wanted
to be in charge
were we not told
to work hard did we
not do our best
to break the curse
on T Jones purse
though she left her
legacy to the one
who preech instead
of the ones she fed
her pain to we know
she didn't mean too
do wrong she was
waiting for a love
to come along she
didn't know how
never would take
long meanwhile her
heart ache her chest
pain all in vain