"Decapitation Scar Faces"

[Jermaine Bethea]

At first land strayed me, then a man played me... That hurts cause its true when i knew, his evil plan saved me... From myself and his hell... There cries a grave that awaited me... Come lie under his spell, a slave's mind baited by he... Who seasoned me to perfection, dried blood dipped in batter... Two reasons one selection, cried the severed head on his platter... Now "a man of a flower", born with such greed... One of "Sunshine" you grew unbearable to taste... How you can much devour, a "scorned and scarred weed"... The son who knew, a mind was a terrible thing to waste!