My mamma told me,
"Don't go cross that river."
"Because you might not make it back.
The beast gonna eat your heart."
She said, "Don't go out there.
And stay upon your track."
"This money has torn my family apart and I cannot buy it back."
So of course I built my boat, and I was half upon my way.
And when I got to the other side the water came rushing down.
Washed me away.
Whose Chariot...
Freedom...
Whose Chariot?
Take me home.
Take me home.
Oh no, said I'm out that door again.
I left my house, my money, and my dearest friend.
I'm not going back, Jack, across the river.
Got a little bit of business that I'm doing today.
You didn't fell me, you can't really see no good.
I made my life out of a stack of wood.
I've been moving cross the river today.
But whose chariot take me home?
Whose Chariot?
Take me home.
When you have everything. You have everything to loose. When you have nothing at all. You have nothing to loose. That is when you are truly free. -monastic soldiers creed
