Life isn’t fair, since no one is getting out here alive
Who knows? As this pandemic eat us all alive
Works and strive to be shrive, yet our back is full of lashes of stripes.
Must we all taste and eat from this forbidden fruit?
Death row without pleading or trial?
For man must die of hook or stake
Either give or take, vanished through the sound of tick-tock
Mother nature is busy cleaning up her room,
Sweeping us dirt out of grains and loafs
As our lives galvanized by pipe rope of hope
Hoping and praying with faith, till our voices faints in the waves
Guess our faith is fated
Our lives are eaten up alive and spit out on our face
Maybe she’s chewing mine or yours already
As we all rock and roll in the dungeon of death row