The thick of it

Sludging through

trudging through

this stick the heaviness

the grasps

the clasps

of what I’m of

when will it end … it’s like it has a hold on me

on the worst days even on the best days what I am of

what I am up against has a fair fight on me

The battles my friends cannot see

The fields my family have not escaped.

Will I make it through

Am I the one being chased?

the denseness of my ancestors accumulated collected sludge of deepest troubles

woe.

no time to even think bout that .

I hear the choir the hymns comense as I move along. Fighting my way through. Even in my resting state I feel this weight

angry hurt confused

feeling the most abused.

Will I ?

become the living testimony that has made it through

I wont forever be brought down and bruised.

I can see the light there, making its way through.

Nestled so deeply within the sludge. Will this muck swallow me up

Am I there yet

Am I still of it

Why does this hurt so much

regardless if im still or move myself from .

This magnetic force Invisible with real affects

Angered no one can see what this doing to me

How no one has tried to get through to me

When will this be over?

Have I lost all that I have become

Is it even me

WHAT IS THIS STUFF?

Why did everybody run..

Why did no one survive

Why am I still here alive.

In the thick of it

Betrayed by who? by me

The magic and mystery of the unseen?

Of all this is supposed to be seen and learned by my time here

Is anybody there

I look into my families eyes

All I get is a blank stare

A good Cry, dried my eyes

I begin moving through the thick of it

as always, Jah restores and sustains

Love to the one

Sundu Yama-Korro