We, The Meek
Updated: May 22, 2019
Of course
It always comes in the form
of the meek
or children
Truth is known
Truth is felt;
It has not been told
To wonder
The children take in their senses
To make sense of
The illusion, illustrating
Our storybook of life
Lusting for recognition
This generation looks for wealth
Health, in the worst condition
Toying with guns, ammunition
Young boys
Trapped in their minds
Rob in stealth
Storybook painted in crime
Senses, poisoned his mind
These curtains
Wont pull back in time
Truth always came to him
When his eyes were closed
Brother, sister, mother
Arms linked in love
Behind each other
Now,
they're crying
Thinking about seeing him dying
in jail
Raised and walked through hell
They could never see through his eyes
Mother tried to tell him
His bloodline was Great
But in his veins
All he felt there was hate
Replace that with love
Your guidance doesn't come from above
It comes from within
Everyone here is living in sin
The change we need
Is in our flow
In love, we'll grow prosperous
Leave behind the lies told to us
We, the meek
Will rise out of poverty
To take back
Our land you seek.