I had touched the rays of the sun from my mother's womb
I have listened to the voice of reason before it was written
I have opened my eyes before the deliver shook me to breath
I spoke before my milk teeth grew out of tender gums
My sword was out of its sheath before fourteen days alive
I was walking before you even began to crawled
I was borne ready
Show me what you have
and I will show you why
the Mahogany will never be a sycamore
My roots grow deep in glorious earth sipping earthy banquets
I drink from the unseen wells before the rains brings ifs offerings
My tap root straightens in the domain of the sheltered fire wisdom
I will see you in places you do not even know you have been or seen
and in mid-earth where your laughter is unheard you will learn truth
in translucence mist the ore of iron will narrate the pride of Sycamore
that hung tall and gangling in wanton array without paying its due
I am a son of the deep earth and from its crucible I was born prepared
I was borne ready.............