Unanswered Questions
My passion has changed
I remember basing my life solely off of
The so called Christ
Oh how I was hoodwinked into thinking
God was the one who sanctioned
my people's extinction
New to the conscious movement
My passion is to move my people
The way they are subconsciously moved
By the agenda of the elite, it's bittersweet
We have passion but we're about the wrong things
We have no idea that we can raise ourselves
Outta this war we're in
We're the lions in the den
We want it to end but the question
I asked myself is do we know Where to begin
We treat our friends like foes
While our foes are wolves in sheep's clothes
My passion lies in the unity of my people
But it seems so far away
like I'm looking outta peep hole
We realize how deadly the poison is
And some of us knowingly has
passed that on to our kids
We've got so use to dying daily
I wonder do we even care to live
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