I think to myself; it's only a dream But, God, the connection is real that brings me here What did I do to deserve the place that I'm in Did I sin? It's so dark down here I can't see a thing I'm so stiff, so numb, I can't feel a thing My legs, my hands, my body is so cold Am I old? They laugh at each other and wallow about In the slime of the depths of forgotten meaningless rhymes Even the quiet of voices of people that heal Think I'm real Through shades of depths of madness I hear The violence of the people that talk without fear For they know that I've gone They're glad that I'm not coming back Am I black?