Who governs my nation?
A black president,
a communist dictator or the one and only true Creator,
the Carpenter of my creation,
that's my soul's Boss,
yeah He's the truth,
all else flee from the';
Momma told me "keep my beliefs,
remain humble and not lead life into your own understanding,
but dwell in a constant state of over standing,"
the reality of success isn't money and gold plated vest,
but like Jesus I dwell in the slums with bums,
preaching to the wicked
saving lost forgotten souls
so the weak transform to strength
and the smart morph into the me
I can only view in the darkness of the brightest light