DREAMS

My constitution has a woman, a friend, a dream...
My winter has a woman, a blanket, a dream...

My desire has a woman, a book, a dream...
My prays have a woman, a God, a dream...

We will be alive to laugh at their many graves.
As the coffins descend we’ll laugh, as no more slaves.
Yes, yep as no more slaves. Ok, ok, no more slaves.

My constitution is called conscience.
Hunger in the winter I cry without having audience.

My desire is to make my constitution yours.
My pray seeks light and peace and find no open doors.

We will be alive to laugh at their many graves.
As the coffins descend we’ll laugh, as no more slaves.
Yes, yep as no more slaves. Ok, ok, no more slaves.

My woman is called hope. A small ray of hope.
I have friends, books and a God, whom say nope.

I have dreams under the comfort of a blanket.
I dream of freedom, love and peace, around me only bandits.

We will be alive to laugh at their many graves.
As the coffins descend we’ll laugh, as no more slaves.
Yes, yep as no more slaves. Ok, ok, no more slaves.

My blanket is my friend in the winter in big cities.
Aches come in series hurting my soul as it sees.

But changes are coming to regulate the winners.
They will loose their power. All these sinners.

We will be alive to laugh at their many graves.
As the coffins descend we’ll laugh, as no more slaves.
Yes, yep as no more slaves. Ok, ok, no more slaves.