I stand before the alter; and plead my case
Day lord nobody knows the trouble I have seen. Convictions that curse the process of my life; Yet I stand tall as the King. I have felt the pain of thy brother Jesus Christ I shall not bow down; I the legacy of the cross. I stand by the ethics of your
Words day God. My rewards will be beyond the skies. Oh what a bitter taste of brim. Kings of Kings the legacy of Gods scripts. I beneath the chambers of a UN civilize propositions of disgrace. The Man man
Bible without ink the hypocrisies that tries to for ford my stool.
I shall climb alone if I must I the prophet of prophesies, I as my brother Solomon and Jesus the blood that Runs from my vein.
From the slave blocks
To the lynching
To the deceptions
To the sanctions
To the treason of my brothers in all face
To the Jail House
To the Player
To the Hater
To the Lover
To the dope dealer
To the hip hop
To the baby maker
To the baby deserter
To the white house
To the battlegrounds
To the injustice
To the chambers
To the thief's that set before the table
Changing the scripts of my labor
To the genocide of my seed.
To the Journey of my fathers house.
I black man have written the legacy of great men, I hold the key to history, the legacy lives, upon my universe, I shall continue to live, when all things pass away, I man, the battles, which man has fought, stands upon my universe, freedom which have taken,
them to another side, of the universe.
I cry not for self but the reproduction of my army;
Senseless entrapments that sits before my turf.
I have been a soldier of my cause;
I stood on the battlefield alone.
I turn over decisions where no man would go.
I carried the torch until my mission was complete.
I moved on to be liberated the teachings
which brought me to a world
order to reform at all cost, the battle
which I walked alone.
I the forgotten soldier who continues
To live the scars of my cause.
I stood before the Calvary,
I felt the pain of slavery,
they stripped me of my dignity,
and I walked the battle alone.
I still feel the pain of my cause.
Who is my brother who acknowledge the
Struggles and the scars that I fought for them?
Within the actions of the beast,
hell who claims the souls of men.
Many sea's cannot embrace love,
oceans cannot wash it away,
oh what a bitter taste,
to look at through another mans eyes.
The opposite of knowledge
is not listening of tomorrow,
one without loyalty to thy work.
I continue to remind my self to be strong.
Ignorance the killer of all men.
Close mind to self and man's inner peace.
Jealousy that leaks;
the foundation of the living dead.
The resurrection must begin now.
There is no excuse as the disease eats
the mind; And the flesh it becomes
tarnished without soul. The cancers
of the unwilling soul;I remind my self-God is God.
Man is Man
Foul is Foul
I cry in darkness within these realms I shall never forget. I continue to carry the scars of unity wouldn't link. Humility to reap, Hands of divinity, which he turns his head; Conversions that falls upon his children's head. Following the flock, but not the Shepard who brings great love.
I remind my self the dead is not dead.
My body that fights the battle upon my spirit, the begging words lord protects me from my self. The consciousness that stands before me, the weakness of the earth; that trembles my bone. The spirit cries for the nutrients of Spiritual growth.
Yea thou I walk through the tomb of my cast, May my spirit of spiritual fruit shall not condemn me. The battle which I sometimes live within, my body is the slave to my spirit.
I am you and your are me, the one who lives within, If I dye so shall you, when I cry the spirit shall feel the pain.
The rights of passage shall carry me through the depths
of my completion of manifestations, I the transformation, to the other side. The chains sometimes are much too much
to bear, let not my will of the earth, demised the spirit of thy
Gods grace; my body is a slave to my spirit. I remind my self.
I have given all my spirit shall now be at peace.
The battle is not over, will someone please
pick up the torch. I have given my life to prosperity
never got a thank you only from those who knew my pain. The body shall feel no pain as they slay me, I wear the blood in the
palms of my hands, black listed in silence, I shall feel no pain as my
brother, walked through the flames of hell without pain; As they slay my brother Jesus, only the caucus of the frame shall die, but the spirit shall return I shall return. I am my brother's keeper I shall not die, until God give the word. Under the decay of a world order, and the darkness that realms of human death. I shall walk with my head high, the heart continues to cry; I was the soldier of your army my struggles were no longer appreciated after the battle was won.
This mind, through endless pain; without heritage, has never varied. It has never redirected its future; and darken the sources of any hope of survival, it refuses to live, lived or died, sight or darkness, decreased nevertheless shall it excreted, Infinity resurrection of the mind, good or evil, nevertheless, the past; reality are denial, Womb man, Man; manifestation of God's orders to live, and to dye, under the laws written upon the script, the laws of life.
It's not male or female. The righteous is the destruction of a mask less tribe. The layman, the devil, the lawyer the dealer, the doctor, the mogul, the spirit, the devils rejoice; the sea's that cry, the rivers that pour blood, the babies that are washed away, and the clad braces that holds the body, within the harden clay, as the rivers sing, and the spirits cry from beyond the grave, and the clouds cry blood, save the babies let not my death be in vain, as the rivers, continue to flow and the drums beat upon the cloud, and the voices cry from beyond the clouds, save my babies oh dear lord, and man turns his head away, and the thunders beyond the earth, and the spirits pull the children from the moving waves, and the ancestors cry, freedom, freedom, oh dear God, freedom, my babies are swallowed without a saving hand, oh give me back my torch, It doesn't appear my blood, has a mind of its on, the holy places upon the land has went to hell, the elders who live upon the prisons, there knowledge has become non envois.
Oh dear lord the devil who sits upon the earth, as the spirit gathers together, the spirit has no form, oh thy God, we the ancestral of your tribes, give me the wind to blow my children to the other side, war I declare upon my tribe, treason by there own right hands, a thirsting for knowledge my children cry upon the land, The voices and instructions was given when you cross the other side, I have taken your pain to bring you to the other side, oh thy children of the earth. I shall never find peace until you be the leaders of a generation, which you close your eyes, I cry beyond the grave, that you are summons to bring my roots across to another world. The slave master has implanted the seed much to deep, murder of self, and the murder of the inheritance of the black genes.
