Burnt Offering

(I don't know what to write… Oh well - Yo)

I offer nothing but the uncertain promise

That I'll honestly pursue the crooked path of the conscious

Not just another body in the battle for the soul

Never sold self for its weight in platinum and gold but

Man we're getting grown

Wisdom got us thinking in the interest of our children even if they ain't been given their flesh

Their bones

Their homes or their names yet

I'm aiming for the change in my pocket for the payback

The change augmented by the government to nothing

The change of a whirlwind unraveling the coming of that next shit

I can't wait for when it comes, shit

It better be worth the shit that I paid most my life with

It's nice when it rains sometime

Cleansing minds in my habitat

Imagine that I'm digging to find

What was hidden by the myth of a god up in the sky

Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme

So I

Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do

I wear this skin to find the me inside of you

When I dream that I'm dreaming I feel most alive

Sacrifice nights

Write to survive

Proper hand gestures conjure ancestors

Drinking from the bottle that was meant

For the message that was sent from the tired and the true

I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do

Way back I used to call upon the Father often

I fought the devil last night and almost lost -

Now I'm drinking bottled water

Flushing out the toxins

Vomiting and coughing feeling closer to the coffin

Than I ever had

Every morning that I arrive

Is a night that I survive

Just to be alive - sipping chai

Listening to my favorite DJ

Communicate the music, what my rhymes would say

If they were written

With a needle

To the groove

Of a paper

Stylus to papyrus, record to the player

It's more than just therapy or excessive energy

I undo the mechanism meant to imprison me

Spiritually

The view from up is not enough

I dwell below to find the god that I rebuff

Redesigned, redefineed what it meant to be divine

Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme

So I Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do

I wear this skin to find the me inside of you

When I dream that I'm dreaming I feel most alive

Sacrifice nights, Write to survive

Proper hand gestures conjure ancestors

Drinking from the bottle that was meant

For the message that was sent from the tired and the true

I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do

Our Father

my art is Heaven, hallowed be

The drums beating me and my tongue into submission

I can hardly speak breathing this indelible high

From an endless supply of Godspeed, and I need

A brand new prayer to read

Seems the old ones grew tons of mold cuz they're narrow as hell

Sometimes they be thinking that this heavens for sale

Worse than that, they still think God is a male

But

Moms used to hang up pictures of white Jesus

Fist clutching rosary beads, over the years

I began to question this Father Almighty

Made in His image but don't look nothing like me

But we be the children of the most high

Ghosts of the colonized lost in the time

Redesign, redefine what it meant to be divine

Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme