We are at the crossroads,

Mirrors reflecting our faces,

We doomed where to head,

Could it be the dead end.

Born free,minds fresh,hands chained,

Everything blossomed,

Is our life nature,

It's what we where meant to be.

It's a curved ball,

Oh yeah a curved box,

No where to run,

Short of ideas,with our God mother

A judgement befalls,on the cross roads,

Where should we go!

It's a dead end,

Yet the world watches!

The silent island appears.

The sparkling light dims,

We good as dead,

If could only resastate.

But who could be the saviour,

The saviour lost in fake paradise,

We are our own saviours,

Dad taught me that!

Believe in myself,

Never them, Trust myself,

Only me can.

But why?

The world should know,

We are black-brothers,

Not enemies,

Thou shalt live,

By help of one another,

And aim at justice,

For we live for justice,

And shall die for injustice.