From the cradle to the grave
The bond won't fade.
Dripping is the saliva from the fangs,
Tamed from the bones.
Standing is the Soul of the man, claiming ancestral history.
With a vise grip of the chains,
FEAR NOT!! for the attraction they pursue making ins,
Keeping Their DNA intact.
where chained viciousness attracts the eyes,
Lies a the life of the soil and its residents.
Greeted with herbs and medicine,
Baboons and cobras at the mercy of flute charmer,
Young and Old pay and wave.
Young ang Old pay or wave,
As the Hyena Tamer continue the path that was set,
From their cradle to the grave."