consumed with truth,
confused by lies,
revived alive;
sometimes comprised from heartless pride,
trapped inside a life of timeless compromise;
always traveling to find priceless gems,
jewels that mind boggle the righteous to
change their moral views;
wondering if temped would resolve stand and prove,
sometimes I'm positive I would,
but it's those rare moments when finances slow
their advances and my strength weakens,
praying that the evils don't seep inside the creases of
my genes causing me and my future seeds to fall
to the sound of greed;
they say money makes the world go round,
but inside my soul I know its love
that completes the life cycle;
so when my spirit is weak and
my soul begins to quietly weep
I fall on bent knees and my ancestors begin to revive
inside of me what has always protected me,
the knowledge that God sent His only son to
die for we...