I feel the beat of the city beneath my feet
I hear the sounds of little black feet on these streets
To believe that once before a runaway ran the way I walk amongst the pavement today
Looking up at the sky I too see the pathway bring forth light
The stars shining a fluorescent light onto the road once filled with trees
To think that these stores used to be once before a barn, a home
I believe that I can still hear the horses running these grounds
Dogs sniffing out the traces of negros expecting to escape a beastly prison called life
Knowing nothing but to run
Run fast,long, and hard
I can hear mothers crying, fathers cussing
Having their babies be ripped from their grips and cascaded away at the blink of an eye
I can still hear the whip slicing air and skin at the speed of light
Up in the air, Down to the meat
Cutting harsh and violent like a knife to butter
I can hear the ear splitting screams between cuts
At night I swear I still could hear praises from those ***** churches
I swear it isn't just me hearing the hymns sung by children of God and God’s children's children
I know it can't be just me hearing these sounds
Older nights just like this bring me home
To believe that i walk along the same roads someone once ran
Away to home these streets once sang now they sing a sad song along the weeds we once blazed
Come back home they sing now
The stars in harmony
We miss the bare feet
We miss the ***** hymns and the pastors praying in the middle of these streets on their knees
They sing
Come on home, to a new home, a home i once knew, my home