(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 [bad word] of that next [bad word] I can't wait for when [bad word]  [bad word] It better be worth the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] the music, what my rhymes would say If they were written With a needle To the groove Of a paper Stylus to [bad word]  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 [bad word] I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do Our Father my art is Heaven, hallowed be The [bad word] beating me and my tongue into submission I can hardly speak breathing this indelible high From an endless supply of Godspeed, and I need brand new prayer to read Seems the old ones grew tons of mold cuz they're narrow as [bad word] 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