The chosen ones
Who be the chosen 3? It is obvious that there is a trinity but hmmm could it all be so simple, when the Savior, pastor and spirit aren't so clear. Come on. Help is on its way. Analytical minds say that I should pray. Prayer is power, every hour, on the bus or a plane driving to school and in church. What is it worth. Millions of dollars appear on the doorsteps of the right, while the left gets what's left. Cause? Take a guess. Who am I but the man in the middle, caught in the blessed state of righteous living. I prosper. I grow. Thank God, I know. The universal truth. There is a God, and there is a faith that remains true in my soul.
We are chosen. We are the freedom walkers, the moonlight stalking brown. From the visions of Hagar and Ishmael we are those who are looked upon as failures. Non-believers, the stepped on few. Darker than your Autumn Brew. We are the Native African Americans. We are the captive collectives living in modesty, driving in wealth. The chosen ones survive, the families grow. The education diminishes and success breeds flight. Slave runaways bred from reality, unconscious of society. Quotes of planning & preparation prevent our growth. Sharecropper mentality has been overrun by hip hopper sensuality. And you ask me about the trinity? Your destiny seems to be about Myself, I and me. Fathers, Sons and Holy Spirituality has been replaced by MTV. What quality can one gain from a remote control and bag of corn - butter popped? Or better yet, a game that teaches war, when we all wish war was over. Recover, please. We are the individuals who should be in control. Angels do our battles...and they drop more than Iraqi innocence. Misery loves company. Especially when it comes in 3's like bad luck, why are we stuck? Lack of faith, unforgiving grudges? Lost tribes of the Lord live on. We shine, we spiritually escape accident, drama and pain...yet we remain convinced that it was luck. Chosen ones stand up. Unite your power. Get married; make love in the shower of the Almightiest love. Aren't the pigeons in the ghetto doves?
En peace
We are chosen. We are the freedom walkers, the moonlight stalking brown. From the visions of Hagar and Ishmael we are those who are looked upon as failures. Non-believers, the stepped on few. Darker than your Autumn Brew. We are the Native African Americans. We are the captive collectives living in modesty, driving in wealth. The chosen ones survive, the families grow. The education diminishes and success breeds flight. Slave runaways bred from reality, unconscious of society. Quotes of planning & preparation prevent our growth. Sharecropper mentality has been overrun by hip hopper sensuality. And you ask me about the trinity? Your destiny seems to be about Myself, I and me. Fathers, Sons and Holy Spirituality has been replaced by MTV. What quality can one gain from a remote control and bag of corn - butter popped? Or better yet, a game that teaches war, when we all wish war was over. Recover, please. We are the individuals who should be in control. Angels do our battles...and they drop more than Iraqi innocence. Misery loves company. Especially when it comes in 3's like bad luck, why are we stuck? Lack of faith, unforgiving grudges? Lost tribes of the Lord live on. We shine, we spiritually escape accident, drama and pain...yet we remain convinced that it was luck. Chosen ones stand up. Unite your power. Get married; make love in the shower of the Almightiest love. Aren't the pigeons in the ghetto doves?
En peace
posted by cr8tv1 at 11/13/2004 06:53:00 AM
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