Despair will not sit well, when we the people, have always prevailed. You wanted us to be scared, paralyzed in the fear that we would fail. But when the good guys shed their old shells, devils begin to learn, “the righteous will show you what it means, to rain down a righteous hell.” Pulling the veil back to remind, that it is the good guys who make way for all to excel is more than sufficient in breaking all evil spells. Reminding one another that, “we the people” are the gel and “we the people” will no longer be used as a tool against ourselves. Remembering that the good guys are not color coded because in their righteous rebel their feet swell just the same… giving way for all to drink from the freedom well. I know that many seeds have been planted, both good and bad, and the tension is at times thick, but history proves that it is division that keeps us all, one way or another, in a inhumane cell. Either turning us into a derailed version of humanity where common decency is repelled and those who try to keep their soul intact become the rail being leaned on even though the concrete laid by the strength of those that came before us becomes frail. With misery being worn on every vessel like skin. Potholes in the concrete started off discreet but now we can see and smell that the evil is reeking and making us weak. Now we got that old thang back, and strength in our knees, to make evil retreat. To declare that we will do our part, in our generation, because one thing the devil can’t access, is peace. That is what the people seek, and it starts with he, she, and we. We are prone to fighting because we are human and we breathe, but nothing can compare to the lasting high of fighting to set our souls free to live in a world in which a future generation can look back at us and know that we untied weeds for their flowers to reach their peak, their peace. I can see your cards, and the goodness of mankind, will not be beat.

Despair will not sit well, when we the people, have always prevailed. You wanted us to be scared, paralyzed in the fear that we would fail. But when the good guys shed their old shells, devils begin to learn, “the righteous will show you what it means, to rain down a righteous hell.” Pulling the veil back to remember that it is the good guys who make way for all to excel, is sufficient in breaking all evil spells. Reminding one another that, “we the people” are the gel and “we the people” will no longer be used as a tool against ourselves. Remembering that the good guys are not color coded because in their righteous rebel their feet swell just the same… giving way for all to drink from the freedom well. I know that many seeds have been planted, both good and bad, and the tension is at times thick, but history proves that it is division that keeps us all, one way or another, in a inhumane cell. Either turning us into a derailed version of humanity where common decency is repelled and those who try to keep their soul intact become the rail being leaned on even though the concrete laid by the strength of those that came before us becomes frail. Potholes in the concrete started off discreet but now we can see and smell that the evil is reeking and making us weak. Now we got that old thang back, and strength in our knees, to make evil retreat. To declare that we will do our part, in our generation, because one thing the devil can’t access, is peace. That is what the people seek, and it starts with he, she, and we. I can see your cards, and the goodness of mankind, will not be beat.

Despair will not sit well, when we the people, have always prevailed. You wanted us to be scared, paralyzed in the fear that we would fail, but when the good guys shed their old shells, devils begin to learn, “the righteous will show you what it means, to rain down a righteous hell.” Pulling the veil back, is sufficient to breaking all evil spells. Reminding one another that, “we the people” are the gel. Remembering, that the good guys are not color coded because in their righteous rebel their feet swell just the same… giving way for all to drink from the freedom well. I know that many seeds have been planted, both good and bad, and the tension is at times thick, but history proves that it is division that keeps us all, one way or another, in a inhumane cell. Either turning us into a derailed version of humanity where common decency is repelled and those who try to keep their soul in tact become the rail being leaned on even though the concrete laid by the strength of those that came before us becomes frail. Pot holes in the concrete started off discreet but now we can see and smell that the evil is reeking and making us weak. Now we got that old thang back, strength in our knees, to make evil retreat. To declare that we will do our part in our generation because one thing the devil can’t access, is peace. That is what the people seek, and it starts with he, she, and we. I can see your cards, and the goodness of mankind, will not be beat.

There’s more…. and let’s not forget to tune in for the spoken word. (I lay down this burden for those who wanted to see me fold to pick up and hold… It is not my duty to release my soul for you to feel whole… I will not trade in my big beautiful wings for those handcuffs carved in gold. Telling me that the caterpillar has grown enough and that those wings are just a little to bold. I heard that’s what you told the whole fold. One by one I watched those colorful wings get tucked away or clipped in order to sell an orchestrated show. All along your colorful wings were what made you the one to behold. The only problem is, those wings, were your soul. You wanted me to believe that I was the one imprisoned in an unbreakable woe because so many have been coerced to vote cold in your polls… Speak your lies try to diminish me but I am too smart, too wholesome, to incorruptible for you to ever be able to overshadow the reason why the Most High continues to allow me to be the concrete rose. I am still good within that is the reason why deep down you can never truly feel the win although you filled your sweaty rows in a way that I have never been able to control. What you should know by now is this is spiritual and your demons are not able to prevail over the light listed on the Most High’s role. That is the real reason that after all this time and all of the evil you imposed you still fail to feel like you have reached your wicked goals. My soul is whole. All along I received so much hate because people let go of hope and my presence still trying to float gives light to the blinding road. but it was easier to close your eyes and allow technology to take it slow on your soul as you indulge. You see the things about the light within it does not dim because another chooses to scold.. My conscience is as clean as the blade I chose not to throw… I am the one that’s free. I continue to go after my life as you use your life to go after me. My pose is worthy. I watch the trees blow as you watch me glow. I am the one that’s Free! My wings are more colorful now than before your go at trying to bring me low. So I let go of what is and always was your burden to hold.)

Stay tuned coming soon –I lay down this burden for those who wanted to see me fold to hold… It is not my duty to release my soul for you to feel whole… I will not trade in my big beautiful wings for those handcuffs carved in gold. Telling me that the caterpillar has grown enough and that those wings are just a little to bold. I heard that’s what you told the whole fold. One by one I watched those colorful wings get tucked away or clipped in order to sell an orchestrated show. All along your colorful wings were what made you the one to behold. The only problem is, those wings, were your soul. You wanted me to believe that I was the one imprisoned in an unbreakable woe because so many have been coerced to vote cold in your polls… but all along I received so much hate because people let go of hope and my presence still trying to float gives light to the blinding road. but it was easier to close your eyes and allow technology to take it slow on your soul as you indulge. You see the things about the light within it does not dim because another chooses to scold.. My conscience is as clean as the blade I chose not to throw… I am the one that’s free. I continue to go after my life as you use your life to go after me. My pose is worthy. I watch the trees blow as you watch me glow. I am the one that’s Free! My wings are more colorful now than before your go at trying to bring me low. So I let go of what is your burden to hold.