Gods for urself

To not knowing

What to do with 

Life Now

Talking about a fast lane

Please slow down

But here comes perfection

Don’t ask

How could this be me

I have paid that fee

So we see 

I evidently have all I need

Just to be me

A crew grown to adhere

To this skin

And they say

Don’t worship a man

But at the same time 

We send them off to

Wars to become men

Can we ever not

Contradick

Ourselves living in a land

Of contracts signed to be

Man is this it

Right on time for us

To become

The Gods they swore we were not

For a reason

Take up your land

Your body

And prosper on yours

With what was given from birth

And don’t go to war

Just heal your God given sores

As they pour puss

From your Godly body

And don’t scratch

For the sake of it healing itself

Love me as you are

Nature healing itself

Take tht bandage off

And get some air

You are Gods given 

Perfection

Look for Momma when

Needing advisement

They been there done that!