I am 6.3 feet above the ground
And yet they want me to be 6 feet beneath it.
No matter how crazy this may sound
I really need you to believe it.
For at night when i fall asleep
The very moment my mind is at peace
They sleep not
But they creep and plot
OF How to make my flesh their feast.
For your own benefit
Vacate these premises
I don’t believe in Karma or Nemesis
But i only believe in the author of Genesis
The question is
Have we met before
SO what have i got to do with you?
What on earth has a carnivore
Got to do with eating fruits???
I know they probably wished i would have died at birth
But i was still born.
Obviously i’m here, so then i wasn’t STILL-BORN.
WELL. i can’t stand the impudence
People, who want to sabotage a brother
Though i AM not a mathematical instrument,
But in my little kingdom i am that ruler.
I am not being paranoid, I’m only facing reality
And getting familiar with the fact that we all have an enemy.
This truth lies above all the lies they’ve been telling me.
Honestly, i’m ready to face that enemy squarely.
So i won’t swerve
Neither will i take that CURVE
Because I’m BOLD enough to face that STORM – BLACKBERRY.
So dear LORD I’m at your feet like birkenstock
Raise me above the heads of my enemies like dreadlocks.
And i shall forever proclaim that i am sincerely yours.
Though they wish to see me hang on a rope
I choose to hang on hope
And hold tightly to the feet of he who died on the cross.