Prayer of a condemned slave

……The conditioned boxed in by their condition’n, a need for escape ain’t worth mention’n, stretched by two opposing trees is the usual tension’n, they won’t cut the rope until master put his dentures in, the time past turns like a wrench within, to pass the time they start that whip again, their pastor walks up and asks did he sin again, with tears in my eyes I look to the heavens; how could you let these crackers win again.