Oh how I feel like Zion sometimes,
How Mother Zion suffered because of her people,
Betraying her, leaving her for the vultures,
How she took on the punishment of her beloved,
How I find myself baring the burdens of my iniquities,
Running endlessly, chasing a forgiveness I will not receive,
But I am not Mother Zion,
For the gods have not shown me mercy.
Jaye’s Words 