When I was born there was no sun in the sky
my daddy was somewhere feigning or getting high
my mama went into labor with two black eyes
I came into the world looking down not looking
up to the sky
I was breeched because I was trying to reach and grab hold of something to pull myself back inside
Daddy stole and sold everything we had
I'm just a product of an angry dad
Mama ran away with me in a shopping bag
I have been holding back these tears now it’s time
for me to cry
I will not drink the hemlock and die
I grasp my pen and let it rain
Pop the cork and pour out my the pain
When I speak I speak poetically I want to touch you with my words
Careful not to split my prepositions with my verbs
On my journey to the mountain I stopped to drink from the fountain
Take a drink from my cup you won’t get germs
Take a drink from my cup it’s a lesson to learn
Take a drink from my cup then pass take small sips make it last
To preach is to proclaim To teach is to explain
Don’t cry for me I use the pain
I made it to the mountain it took 50 years
5 decades 1 billion tears
Now can somebody tell me how to get to the other side?
It’s time for me to climb I will not stop until I reach the top and touch the sunny sky
I will survive I will not drink the hemlock and die
I will fight to stay alive
Just to get to the other side
Just to get to the other side
Just to get to the other side