If the Messiah they need is a woman Convince them only men are holy.
If the Messiah they need is black Convince them only white is holy
If the Messiah they need is same gender loving or non-binary Convince them only heterosexual is holy
If the Messiah they need is proud Convince them only humility is holy
If the Messiah they need holds knowledge in their left hand Convince them the right hand is holy
If the Messiah they need has a ten point plan of righteously defending one's self Convince them that the only holy answer is nonviolence.
If they ever one day happen to believe that they can define: Self By Self Through Self Of Self Convince them that holiness is only attainable through a message and belief of: Holy and selective Prosperity Holy and selective Favoritism Holy and selective Elitism
If they ever happen to look in the mirror and one day love all that they see Convince them that the holy standards of beauty deems every and all that makes them what they are ugly
If they ever happened to one day realize that the Messiah that they need is within all of them as a United People Convince them that the holy Messiah can only lay in one person per generation and then publicly assassinate the person that they believe Or you have chosen To be their Messiah.
Rap was my first love Rap will always hold my fire
Hip Hop will always have my heart Hip Hop will always be the one I come home too
We started together Even when she is on some ******* Mumbling around town with technicolor hair Crunch berry grills looking like a cartoon villain I get it
Rock was cool sometimes we all need to scream need to be sad and different sometimes we don’t need words just a guitar just a bass just a drum
It’s a funny thing to say:
The Blues made me laugh laugh hard too That’s why she said she left me she said she was done.
I got so lost in Jazz When I thought I left I realized I’m still here
When I thought I had seen all that there is to see When I thought I rounded the final corner It turned out to be a street named Lombard The light shone on me in notes of blue With the blessing of The Sun and Ra
I realized off beat is the beat
Jazz She’s like Hip Hop I may go away but I’ll never leave.