Sitting within sounds of the preacher preaching And people seated just to hear the word of Jesus bleeding Blends my concoction of thoughts into fumes Of congregational broth Inhale tears and thankful praises to the heavens Uncontainable, yet liberation brief "Page 90 of your hymnal please" Be "Joyous and triumphant" in your seat
And one time she was the sea And he was the sky Flowing like holy water breathing in God's Heavy slumber Destruction is imminent my dear Who bringth this down?! "Not I!" So singth Judas to Jesus To easeth wavering spirits Jesus' wayfaring spirit searching For the kiss of the Demon
-Muah-
Earth shattering purse of the lips Alarming all these cardinals Like we already needed a pope. The creed, the creed, the creed, Messiah on High, The Bread of Life, "Stop it. Tell me where Jesus was in these streets."
And I saw and I lived, but I wasn't.
Never bore the political hues of these streets Every corner stirring up a new beef on these streets Everyday I had to walk through these streets "Who you be? Who you be?" Hands itching through their soul for the heat. Another life in the grave. Buried, Obsolete, For this dingy old hood Night and day people slinging for the "cure" "Get this money. Get this money. Man, I gotta get this money." "Get the honeys. Get the honeys. Man, I gotta get the-" bleep Lost my very first love to these streets.
Jump out the car, New resolve, Lost my cousin to these streets.
He died, seconds after taking the leap.
So I believe, Jesus was in those streets And told him as a changed man To "Come and be with Me."
Forgiveness.
His very own "friends" killed him... a Judas kiss bestowed upon my dear cousin... We'll never know when our lives will slip from us, so we must always live as better versions of who we were.