“The very time I thought I was los' The dungeon shook an' the chain fell off. You may hinder me here But you cannot there 'Cause God in his heaven Goin' to answer prayer I be waitin for you jesus lord I be waitin for you jesus I be waitin for you jesus lord I be waitin for you jesus.” I spent my days workin and dyin In the ward the invalids they ain’t workin just dyin hurtin and dyin and waitin for jesus On block C the negroes spend their days workin and singin singin and dyin and waitin for jesus. 102 degrees outside gonna be hotter in here ain’t got enough money to buy a canteen so right now can’t get no water all the people on the outside writin letters to their congressmen bout how sinners shouldn’t live in luxury shouldn’t get no color TVS well they ain’t never been to Parchman. Down in the delta there’s people been forgotten where hell meets earth its hotter than the blazes a fire and damnation and I ain’t got no tv just an 8 by 10 sweat blood and a bible I work in a field all day with the negroes they’re singin their songs and praisin their god and you can’t help but wanna praise something too. So now I’m just workin workin and dyin and waitin for jesus 104 today. no fans not enough water and we’re bakin so we go on hunger strike and there ain’t much they can do to stop us ain’t nothing else they can take away so they take away my bible and they throw me in the hole. 10 days in the hole and there’s no sunlight so at least im not bakin blind but I’m not bakin guard comes by to give me bread and water says that I’ll be in the hole til jesus come bread and water another day of bread and water its been three days guard opens the slit in the door to slide in my bread and water light from outside seers my eyes been four days hallucination can’t be far from here bread is the body of christ strength through the body of christ bread is the body of christ matthew 26 26 this is my body this is my bread and my body body of chrsit gotta keep my eyes open cause there might be a second coming for me right here in the darkness but for me there is no strength no salvation cause jesus died in Parchman my wife pulled the trigger years ago the last supper and now a second crucifixion and jesus died this is the second crucifixion jesus died in parchman day 6 no more bread only water twenty years ago I cursed god they all told me pray to jesus and never tire told me have faith in the lord cause he works in mysterious ways keep on prayin to jesus cause he’s gonna make all the pain go away so i prayed but the pain kept on comin i prayed for seven years til they let that bastard outta jail then i killed him. the judge told me killin him wasn’t gonna bring my wife back told me that my wife killed herself pulled the trigger told me that god woulda handled him well i prayed to jesus and i know my wife prayed to jesus and she still went crazy hell i couldn’t touch my own wife of eight years when we lay in bed at night cause she had flashbacks think i was him think i was rapin her. well maybe god woulda handled him maybe i coulda kept prayin to jesus but was jesus gonna stop him from rapin more women how many other times he done it and just not got caught so i passed my own judgement and now i await the judgement of my own god and I’ll face my maker I’m just waitin for the day cause i ain’t got much more to do - sittin here in this hole - than die a little every day waitin for jesus I’m dying and waitin for jesus them negroes got them songs that just don’t leave your mind when I’m half unconscious and the day blends into night no bread or water no guiding light i just start hummin cause it sounds like something i wanna believe “The very time I thought I was los' The dungeon shook an' the chain fell off. You may hinder me here But you cannot there 'Cause God in his heaven Goin' to answer prayer I be waitin for you jesus lord I be waitin for you jesus I be waitin for you jesus lord I be waitin for you jesus.” Just workin and dyin and waitin for you jesus. - - - - - - - - copyright george cuhlane, 2001. all rights reserved.Birth sign: Leo
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