In my Hands

Freddie Feldman/Gaskit - In my Hands
Evanston, Illinois
Inspired by Eldridge Cleaver's Soul On Ice

Listen to the Track:

Quote from the songwriter:
Cleaver's vivid account of living as a black man in a white man's society really hit home in this autobiographical novel, written while the author was in prison. I feel the heaviness of Gaskit's sound really meshed well with the anger of the author's original words. The language-style of the lyrics were written to mimic the language used in the book.

Lyrics to the song:
I wait here in my kingdom,
As it's crumbling around.
It don't mean that I've justified
Everything I have found

I'm imprisoned here.
I pass the time desiring what they've tried to deny me.
Everything is clear, all my life.
This is mine. This, my soul on ice.

They don't know what they've done to me.
They don't even care.
My higher uneducation begins to rip and tear.

I'm imprisoned here.
I pass the time desiring what they've tried to deny me.
Everything is clear, all my life.
This is mine. This, my soul on ice.
Past necessitates, rising debts we pay.
I become light.

The gods are dead, except that of war
You f*cks don't know what I've got in store!
The sins of the past are brought down upon the heads of the children, no more!
Damn, America's mired in the mud that it's flung
And can't pull out off...

I'm imprisoned here.
I pass the time desiring what they've tried to deny me.
Everything is clear, all my life.
This is mine. This, my soul on ice.

© Freddie Feldman / Gaskit