Swing low sweet chariot coming forth to carry me home .Now let me tell you how it really swing. Forget about the chariot running like Harriet from the po,po pulling up in a black lambo . Running like vengeance kept trying to end us . Thought you could best us.But let's be real. It's more about how you feel , how you heal from all the trauma its karma for all you've done . So don't you dare lift that gun. You were like a wicked witch and I was the wicker man. You set fire to me .In a blaze thought I might live more days .
