Blood of the Lamb

Me and my people experiencing casualties unwanted deaths and police brutality strangers are very rude to me

I'm losing faith in all humanity
Doesn't matter that I'm a latchkey unlocking doors and setting my people free , doing all I can to protect my mental clarity

they take my kindness for weakness
 my silence for speechless
 they consider my uniqueness strange
 and call my language slangs

 life ain't no game I'm more than thankful for escaping death pull straight from the deepest depths Back on my feet learning how to walk again taking baby steps

 my character is constantly under attack pride for my race makes me too ( Black )
I'm following in the footsteps of Mother Culture I want to stay original like a hieroglyphics poster
It's hard to maintain because I am a soldier

With the blood of the Lamb on my hand I am awakened in the Dead breaking bread traveling hot burning sand
 in the land of the thief

and the home of the slave
I'm telling the devil to let my people go
slow burn in the bush like Moses

splitting the rivers and sniffing the roses
Pouring up libations under the moon saying affirmations to my sweet
Goddess Oshun

Releasing the rage burning some sage reciting poetry and turning the page
nobody understands all the pain that I feel it's just me myself and I cause
my life is so real

And still I have the blood of the Lamb on my hands I'm awake and in the dead breaking bread traveling hot burning sand in the land of the thief and the home of the slave
 I'm telling the devil to let my people go




R.I.P. to old me