Cross

They put me on a cross For trynna be They stitched me wrist to toe For trynna be They stoned me with their rocks I thought I saw you over there I belong to the sky sometimes How can I make use of these bleeding hands of mine What touches me first in this horrible world is not time They burn me on the cross For trynna be They pelted me with Stones For designing thee They ripped me apart I used to have somewhere to be These children they gather around and they just stare at me And what is there that I can do that I have not done before Everything under the sun is potential for me Everything under the sun is potential for me Everything under the sun is potential for me Everything under the sun is potential for me Everything under the sun is potential for me