My Betters
My betters
are smarter than me
My betters
be more superior scholastically
My betters
love to look down from on high wealthy above
My betters
don’t like to show a poor brother like me much love
My betters
one day gon be the ones on lower ground
My betters
prideful lips gon be making a begging sound
My betters
will then receive a helping hand from me
My betters then will understand
that I’m not better than he or she
It’s just that I got a better spirit of Christianity
My betters will come to learn
they’re not better than you or me
This is what I already know ...
No, I ain’t no better than she or he
It’s just that I got a better heart for humanity
Hopefully,
my betters understanding will grow,
that they pray for a better spirit of virgin snow
But, I know better ... sad as this may be
Only the spirit of broken pride will show
betters they’re not better than anybody
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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