My arms and legs are sore and in pain
My arms and legs are filled with sweat
Drizzled in shame
Abandonment ain't the word for it
Silence now is my new best friend
Till me and the son go meet again
I'll be seeing around a million men
Being lavished meant the half of it
Satisfaction came out of it
Just like the psalms that David sent
In a letter with my name on it
Spelling out all of God's glory it's amazing
Like potions in a glass the clouds emerge upon racially equivalent municipal beings
Different ethnicities and creeds formed from African descents
The smells of wild flowers in the air mixed with blood stench
And a war full of firecrackers on the fifth of July and in the heat of February
Life plus war equals Europeans looking at their money very scary
Life plus war equals Africans looking at their sons like go shoot Larry
Because he's who too and tootsie rolls are too sweet to hang with coca roaches!
I speak of a land Americans know nothing of
I speak of a demonized society polluted with sublime lies told by social media
I plea for the freedom of cognitive dissonance and the reviving of history of lost nations
I plea against the bias bullshit
Against stand your ground laws and Jim Crow laws and fourty acres and a mule until "we" feel like y'all had enough relaxation from poverty
We let the man tell us where we came from
The ones who stole us from our homeland
Yup, the same ones.
I'll sing the psalms of David till the son return in the sky with a burning sword in one hand and a single tear flowing down his eye
Then, like a little girl, il say "Jesus, don't cry."
