A singing cricket made it out of its cage
Often caught comforting grave sights
Mantis's in stone stances
Praising multitudes of spirits
Liberations placed on offering plates
The latter day of the law
Before the story was written and performed
Built a dojo from floor boards up to the brick walls
The information passed on
Of course they killed the chairman Fred Hampton
I entrust this letter for a friend with a fighters will
Its actually us that ascends
I dissected an idea
Altered it then again
If the cricket killed for survival
Would you still spur the action
Sure after
The innocence is gone
A spiraling arrow awaits
Praying that the cricket leaves its cage