Going Back Home
I'm living my time line
being who,what and the way I am isn't a crime
I go with my feelings and go with my thoughts
because I'm a rainbow at the end of the gold pot
I feel grounded by pristine and unspoiled nature
I'm surrounded
as if it were God's country meant to be unfounded
I'm a custodian and tourist of precious land
until its time to meet the maker who is lovely,superb,and grand
nothing matters more than living by the almighty right hand
my religion does not come from white man
but far away place unseen holy land
a place of heaven is euphoric bliss
and is sweeter than any roses or a kiss
earthly materialism we won't miss
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