at crossroads i made some mistakes, decisions were all
made in vain.
fighting for justice and change, everything remained the
faces had all sympathized, they wanted me dead or alive.
then i just simply escaped, eluded all with my own fate.
discouraged with false hopes, caught in the crossfire of
encouraged to revolt, held down beaten for the
behind the bars i was chained, it’s the american way…
guilty of sins i was charged, prejudged was feathered and
with only moments to spare, a miracle that i was cleared.
another culprit confessed, the last seven years i had