Life,
it is what it is.
It’s not what it should be.
If only one was allowed to see,
how much better it would be for you and for me.
You don’t want me to see, who you, want me to be
And yes I know, it is because your own insecurity,
consistently, you make a sneak attack.
But you’re not even strong enough to hold me back.
It doesn’t really matter if I am White or Black.
You don’t want me in the Temple,
or even near the steeple.
Like it or not, we are all still one people
Why don’t you stop perpetrating,
We were all wonderfully and beautifully created.
I won’t be, as you,see for me to be,
It’s all about you,
and it should be about we.
I am no better than you,
and he is no better than we.
If you disagree, then you haven’t a clue.
We are a visual world, though,
our perception isn’t always reality.
This world was designed, too, for us.
It is now a decision, if we should ride the back of the bus.
What’s the fuss? Why cuss? Where’s the trust?
What is it you fear in me?
Still yet you desire, to be as I aspire.
But you’ll never admit it,
you’d rather burn in Hell’s fire.
To serve you, I think not
I won’t be for your hire.
For one shall serve but one master.
Choose, do I, this day,
as I have done in days past and far away.
That me and my house, shall serve the Lord.
For the things you have done prior,
for you, awaits a lake of fire
Hear you not, the town crier?
No weapon formed against me shall prosper,
And every tone that rise up against me,
thou shall condemn
For this is the heritage of thy people,
Know ye not, that rather than mess with me,
a child of the most high God,
One is better off with a millstone tied around the neck
And cast into the sea.
Allow me to awaken your consciousness
that you be not destroyed for the lack of knowledge
For the best decision is an informed decision.
Wake up — Churches, Mosques, Halls and Synagogues!
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
(Psalm 23)
