Take away the water.
We complain.
Similar to when it rain?

Take away the sun.
We will fuss.
Argue and even cuss.
Well, not all of us.

Take away the air.
We just can't breathe.
The power of God is a vital thing

Take away the phone.
And many would have to talk once more.

Presently, texting is a thrill to many

Oh, scriptures, will be used.
To get you to give.
Words, like you, are not blessed because of this or that.
Or would a man rob God?

But some churches operate on guilt trips.

Sometimes, you see it the moment you invites a guest minister.
This, the master of the guilt trip.

Some starts high might be a hundred offers.
Or fifty offering.
Slowly reaching the range of the true people.

The souls that truly make up the church.

Oh, they use lights, or whatever required to cop guilt?

But none admit most ministers lead with tax-free money.

So, you live in luxury.
But where is the love?

You talk about your cars and jewelry.
But where is the love?
That affection that moves many things.
Or just maybe, you are selling happiness as a dream.

So, you in that mansion that many claims as joy.
But again, where is the love?

Which we all in life clamor for to come to us.

It's the one thing money just can't buy.
It buys thrills and trouble.
It just doesn't buy you love

Your son, not the one striving and surviving life.
That son, too lazy to work but quick to rob.
Yes, that on.

Cry not, when he is feet deep at the hand on a gun.
All by trying to rob the wrong one.
Cry not, to the news that they didn't have to **** him.
Have no family members upon the news, with good memories.

You know, by now that is just a sympathy theme.

Your son, loyalty to his gang of choice.
Controlled and ordered to do the will of others.
Now, that he decease, now you speak of ways he was loved.

But, you failed to realize one thing in your conversation.
He was a **** of society, not trying to follow the rules of law and society.

We all make mistakes.
Yes, we are all far from perfect.
And your son just met the consequences of his action.

Listen and learn, and you just might live.
Whether the folks in blue are racists, is a matter of circumstances.

But directives are commands to follow.
Stop-very direct.
Like a parent stating it to you.

Disobey and you know the consequences.
So, you a suspect?
The command must be different.

Halt-very to the point.
There are no optional choices.

Put your hands up.
A protective device is required for two-way protection.
A safety precaution.
And any slight move might get you level with lead.

So listen and learn and you just might live.

Confrontation, with them in blue.
Make the situation change to a different perspective.

In this case, all involve lives matters.

Same, with mental illness.
Cops, not experts in this matter.
And if you are truly concern gather your family members and handle it.

None will ever match her.
Or even love us more.
Or go through so much for us.
The original ride and die, woman.

Yes, moms, they are worthy of so much more.
They are always down for us.
Through the stupidity we create.
Through the stupidity that we make.

Yes, mom. she is worthy of so much more.

Dealing, with the prison clowns that chose to be state slaves.
There she is in that corner with advice to guide you through this crisis.
When in effect?
She knows of the choice you made to be a prisoner.

When a marriage falls apart?
As a counselor, she doesn't rattle the fences by set out to be a peacekeeper.

Think back on the things, you put yours through.
Whether living or in death?
You have to say, she was worthy of so much more.