Understand, that water represents the connection of where their world meets ours.
Know your ignorance in fashion, is the predisposed future of the path laid before you.
Fathom this world, that world, & the world thereafter just outside your doorstep
Know those worlds must bleed from your fingers.
Understand, that through your tears, fears, & tormented anger
Despite your running and hiding, you are guiding.
Advancing, as you wait for whatever your body can make of chancing.
No matter where you come from or what you do,
You fail to realize, who they speak of is you.
No book, nor song, no right or a wrong
Can stop you from believing that what you are doing is achieving,
Yet, you continue, with spades of fury and minds of glue,
Like spitfire from flames, chanting the names, of no one you really knew.
Someone you wish you could actually show is imprisoned.
Despite the wedding bells, sure shot shells, & rhymes explaining theories of revolution and shine.
You are the prime soldier.
Why else do you think they fear you.
That’s why they fillet you and miser-ate you
They degrade you and desecrate you
Yet, they bless you and undress you
As they pray to you, they slay through you.
While, they are fake to you, they are making cake for you.
bathe you, surround you, and crown you….
How could you not love the people?