For years been dedicated to righteousness,
but can't seem to master it,
constantly trip and for months slip,
sick of the cycle,
everyday die a thousand deaths,
as lungs inhales another black
into flesh covered chest,
life is in shambles,
sometimes write in rambles
about worldly ways, burning sun-rays
that radiate heat to brighten ghetto streets,
but at night the stars and moon's light isn't
enough to protect the just from the unjust;
so when outside, walk by faith and not by sight;
the Lord protects through tough times and rough dreams;
The righteous path is not an easy load
with every step it's a heavier toll;
the journey is a continuous quest,
searching for the shine since the beginning of time;
one day will beat the evil inside worldly flesh,
battling with the spirit since before first breath;
visioning slaughtered klans with white pointed mask
slain by ancestors of the past,
hung from ropes, whipped until passed out, or death;
just another brutal homicide...
so when eyes are wide open give thanks for
forefathers surviving racial genocide...