A System That Warehouses People Is Not

I Am Inside Someone Who Hates Me. I Look Out From His Eyes. Smell What Fouled Tunes Come In To His Breath. Love His Wretched Women.

From The Slave Ship To The Citizenship We Faced A Lot Of Bullship

Lately, I've Become Accustomed To The Way The Ground Opens Up And Envelopes Me Each Time I Go Out To Walk The Dog.

What Will Be / The Sacred Words?

An Evil Word It Is/ This Love.