Man In The Mirror- Fire (Evolution)

From the four corners of the world
Let man's scroll echo from the mouth of the lion’s roar
Tell me Hebrew man when do your heart rejoice when does it have the time to sing    
Have you lost your divine identity
Your purpose to false golden idols, dangling as you worship as bling bling    
Have not enough chains been hung around the neck    
Snuffing out your existence, blinded you as to what you should do next    
Blocking the portal to use the core of your gifted intellect    
When your universe is pasted against up my body, our hearts, minds, entwine    
Stealing each other’s breaths    
Knowing the silhouette of our souls is written in the Constitution, as sublime interactions in real time    
    
Is your purpose found on the road to a path going absolutely nowhere    
The roots of your life sagas suspended in time, resonating on turbulent air    
A man’s soul and his spirit is the strands of his hair    
Wisdom as it grows in the wonders of the passage when not migrating in obscurity    
Grayish when the eyes have seen the coming of Revelations so shall his breath be earthly released      
I know you have love in your heart    
The relentless hues of rebirth, who have defined the evolution and have erected self in the shadows of the dark    
 
Let me stand back in awe, as I softy sip on the insightful nature of your beautiful revolving soul    
When in thought, allow your voice to speak your perceptions as your mighty tongue rolls    
I love you all from the stance of your feet    
Unto the fragrance of sweet essence from this Melanin Queen left behind on your silk sheets    
A voice in a time to reason    
You’ve carried your torch to bear, as you’ve journeyed throughout all seasons    
    
I bow to you in faith, love, as my tongue manifests your stories    
The history of your stance, forgotten diligence by systematic purgatories      
Walk with me through this voyage of your life    
Ambiguous Psalms, of cries from scars, welts your heritage owns the                
prowl of the night with scorching temples in the tsunami of carnal heat                
Division of moon by the sacrament of the sun                
Dishonoring of Kingdom of healing will never come until the circle of phases is complete                
In the now, souls of asunder to partake of the smoke twirling in peace,                
empty table of its foul offering Passover feast our souls will never meet                
    
Well, my King since I politely asked    
Let the drums beat of our struggles like an alpine blast    
Time has no insurance to be held accountable for my wisdom, or knowledge, my professed sensibilities, is my daily strife as I inhale, and exhale the unbroken chains in life
Speak to me the fragility's of your heart    
When the cognitive needs to be soothed, brushstroke as a beautiful work of art      
    
The token of my skin tone, hieroglyphics from my birthright bared and atoned      
Mummified generational of anguishes has spoken        
The blood of your sacred ancestral tribes has been awoken        
Your Ankh, Your Sword, Your Crown, Your Staff        
The North star, freedom from the embedded scars of my lineage better half        
        
I hear your voices rejoicing in the wind, I bow unto greatness, as time mends        
Eyes will never hear, or come to see the mirror of the past as you are now infinity as a man who now stands        
No color, no creed, can disavowal the Lion within a man        
Balancing life, liberty upon the death of my Strawman’s wealth        
In God’s image stand proud, oh thy glory to believe        
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, reincarnation by whips, as Jesus died on Calvary        
To your foreskin circumcised to the rite of your passage to be        
        
You are the fifth wonder of the world, deliverance, through life experiences        
The fifth dimension, your vessel tattered from plantation sweat to nightly lynching’s        
My third eye speaks        
Yet, given a Christian book to turn the other cheek        
Colonized our blood, then dipped the absence of our greatness in the quell of its spirituality ink well, my history denied to eyes after the foreign settlers’ impartiality        
Asunder and forced of the European man twisted hospitality        
To lessen the hearts of the forefathers’ free labor morality        
Land stolen, heritage tainted, name changed, yet we bow to an ideology to a child in a manger    
Will lie on the truth, and confess our deepest darkest secrets to strangers    
        
Claiming unto the honor of false Deities, insufficient love to ever sign a skin-to-skin peace treaty        
Patents of greatness buried, another name under to reap once sold, no future allowances to behold        
From the pulpit, the boardroom, the bedroom        
Cannot unlock the shackles of the past’s gloom and doom        
If you have not walked in the uncertain destination in my moccasins, the blistered soles without shoes    
Then dammit step aside you are our journey hindrance, therefore, move    
To speak as if our history needs to be swept under the rug with your broom        
 
A Moorish man trying to survive in a bias society, somehow will arrive at the conclusion, life has already sealed his desires, his wants, his needs, in a tomb