How can the stars shine without darkness?
How can a mind glow without being enlightened?
Open up your EYElid, or forever remain in your ignorance of who I am. This is soul upon flesh; black gold with an African drum inside my chest. Pumping and thumping loud enough for you to hear; whenever the ancestors speak, be prepared to learn.
As for those insecurities, dig 'em up and let 'em burn, sending the ashes into the sky.
Even then you may not be willing to open up your EYE, but every time you look into the darkness I know you're in fear of what you would find.
A truth that'll hit so hard it'll destroy those beliefs and prove they were only lies.

With tough love I speak to the soul, and so it is with tough love that I write.