I find myself dangling naked on a furnace ceiling
I find myself nothing but pain in the debris of this life
My strength droops like willows onto the unforgiving ground
The corridors of time hide from me the light of hope.
The anchors of faith somehow still hold onto the ocean bed
but the floating ship seems to yield to the cruelty of the tides
I'm a man,a black one, so i won't cry,but truth be told,it hurts.

A black man's life is a web of mystified threads,
upon which travels pain and hurt freely and...