In the edge of time must I address _


    I am he who tells the tale of our roadmap


    From the excerpts of our agony''s cup, must I account our taste of time,


    I am he who tells the tale of our roadmap.


    As a voyage it all began:


    On a road of vagueness we headed towards Evolution, towards bartered mirror for territory Our ancestors were conned to slavery.


    In the edge of time must I address_ I am he who tells the tale of our roadmap.


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    A black monkey turned white begins to suffer his own people Encroached in the silhouette of a webbed deceit of long nosed Yes! Trading and bargaining on men like items of industry. He is called Ajele!


    From the excerpts of our agony''s cup must I account our taste of time,


    I am he who tells the tale of our roadmap.


    Boys and girls are seized from sucks


    They become sucks of chains


    Lined up like fishes in a can


    Carried off to the plantation now called Caribbean!


    In the edge of time must I address_ I am he who tells the tale of our roadmap.