Ancestral Serum

Black slaves; the story of my forefathers retold

Sounds boring these days because our heritage has been restored

But the difference between now and then is only a couple seconds

Seconds in billions of billions of clusters

When the white masters came ashore a wave of Caucasian men with a goal to capture the kings of the Sahara Serengeti

Not the lions but men and I hope that you get me

Ran down every son of Africa that reeked courage and hard work

The scars on the necks that were found to serve as a reminder of the iron chains that poisoned the blood streams of my ancestors with rust that captured the heart and ate away the element of freedom

They called us Niggers seemingly from the racial identity word

But this in ancient Egypt was a word used to refer to mummies that turned black due to the decay process

A name cast on us black children of the most high

The villages we lived in burned to the ground with foreign fire only familiar to the thought of destruction

Skin cut open as they poured their hearts out to the heavens when lashed in the mid of day

Lined up in chains to march for days without there lips ever recalling the taste of water

Water; the source of life and when they found, it was only to set there eyes on the multitudes of vessels that sat above the seas awaiting a long journey to the "land of the free...the new world"

So I pour this to you because my roots run deep and they are not tap rooting for the water bed

But for the mixture of BLOOD...SWEAT...TEARS of the grandfathers

And those three elements of struggle and hard work make a concoction I now call...

THE ANCESTRAL SERUM

>>A.T.L<<

My Guitar

Let's chorus our love before the stars

Cascade our tale before their eyes

And raise our voice to attentive ears

I caress your body with my hands

Feeling each part of you

Owning you and making you mine

I imprint my dedication

Carefully making you my obsession

To you my profession of love I confess

Your purity in brown

Your strands, like gold, emasculate and tender as snow

My guitar; my love; my all

God braced us this infinite grace

That as we solo as one, lets paint our tale white

 Illuminating sound and heart beats

My infinite companion; my circle of union

Your splendor sparks affection

You're the center and apex of my generation

This gift of mine I possess through you

I express how sound changes bitter to sweet; hot to cold

Nostalgic to joy; melancholy to smiles

 Our lullaby is a legacy; it will amass attention

To who that sees, now I know

Love starts with G and ends with R

 My guitar; my all, to you I write

 Never ending quotes, phrases and notes 
You're mine and am yours

>>Racquel<<

Passions

Like anyone my age, I was fourteen once

Sitting in a cage as tele rocked my world like the flinstones

Peers viewed the world from all sorts of angles while mine was just a stationed glass box that I tightly held the remote to like criminals pistols 

Like a prisoner, the scenes behind that screen had me cuffed

And the curses that flew out of that speaker were all I ever coughed

A fourteen year old boy who pushed his life down the drain

Insane, he ignored the calls of the God that would put him in the right lane

Or...was he too stupid to turn down the volume on those mind polluting speakers

Music videos about girls, cars, drugs and fancy sneakers

Were all he had a vision for

Not even the smallest room for God in his peripheral

So, with the remote in hand I lay in that couch all day

Authority trade; the reason that box on the unit equally chose when to pause or play

Stop; switch or even skip some scenes to my life

Probably why there isn't much to my social life

They told me there was 'so much more' than these cartoons

I guess that is why I went for adult section too

But it is for sins like these and all that Jesus lay in the tomb

Three days enough to wipe it all off the face of the globe

Look, he came to be our hope

Yet we put him on the bench

Like the red traffic light, to our suffering he put a stop

But that's a fire we don't want to quench

In all his creation he gave us first place, gold

While we without the slightest fear bold...ly

Gave him silver, bronze or just thought he didn't deserve a medal

And that in itself is the reason for our downfall.

Had me bungee jumping into a ditch full of guilt

Leaving me void of every option except to wallow in my filth

Never been to juvenile detention but I was surely locked away

And locked away in my brain was a little voice that said

'Focus not on the ditch and the darkness feeling it

But on the man that can pull you out; holds the cord so cling to it'

>>KABLE<<

I Know How to Pray

So rather than ask God for a stronger back, Most of us choose to cry for a lighter load

And even when we know the only thing we can do is crawl, we stand on fences

Thinking we can fly like chickens trying to be eagles

Now please don't get me wrong, I believe for a fact that we are called for great things

But you see just as the sun will never interrupt the moon as she shines so bright at the dawn of the midnight,

 You can not learn to fly before learning how to crawl

Take the disciples for example, they walked with the lamb

They even witnessed the resurrection of another man

Jesus made the blind see; by His blood he set us free

And it was only recently when it was made clear to me that the disciples were eagles disguised as chickens

They understood growth and the stages it involved

Rather than ask God to teach them how to fly, they knew all they could do was crawl

So next they had to walk and they said "Lord, teach us to pray"

Then he gave them their wings and over evil, they flew

The creation of a link stronger than any blood relation

A beautiful fellowship with a prayerful wingspan and that's amazing

I admire such behavior because it's the stuff of dreams

To be able to count my fingers before I count my blessings

And even in a bad season facing deluge after deluge

I can sit down with my savior and not just talk about the weather

It's this Joshua mentality to ask God to keep the sun in a single mentality till I win this war

That's the power of prayer and I put that in my tribe

To seek the white purity of Mark 11:24 and if I blue, I rise up in John, 316 reasons as to why I'm  valuable

More beautiful than the scene of the green olive leaves in Luke 22:39

Father may you please take this cup... No, wait

Thy will be done because I'm proud of my afflictions

Young, gifted and black, Matthew 7:7's probably why I never lack

To chase after His heart and not just His hand because I know three nails were more than enough

So that's it right there; the power of prayer

The one true thing that's got me feeling all good inside

And if anybody asks just stand gracefully and say don't mess with me

I know how to pray

Amen!

>>Malachi<<

Memory Lane

They say ignorance is bliss leaving my face with an ironic expression like Iscariot's kiss

Never been at peace since me and my mama were seperated at the naval

It's like they locked away my heart and gave the keys to the devil

Left my feet bleeding like I hit my knees on a pebble

So level after level, I have gone through the motions were my shoes hit the gravel

No regard of my spiritual deficiency, my heart rushed out of E.R

And left my soul in an emergency death bed

Bound for ditching Christ's very legacy but staid in church with no truth like a Pharisee

I will clock 21 on the twenty-third but still struggle to find sense in all I have heard for the last 20

Being bred in a world ruled by satan but made by my father

Am certain He is not happy and He is going to rip this world apart like the temple curtain

When His first born is back to take back his assets and save the faithful masses who laid down their crosses for the process of everyday Easter waiting to raise the missed ones

Back to me and my troubled heart, voices in my head tearing me apart

Pain strikes; my heart beat stops like an arrow or a dart

Blood shot eyes staring at the bible wondering if my weary soul deserves Christ's arrival

A work in progress like a Sunday choir rehearsal

Just to check ifI am alive; if blood runs through my vitals

But one thing is obvious; if I trust in His love found in 1st Corinthians

I might no longer be oblivious to His eyes

Him and I can cook something up like ferb and Phineas

Holy genius Christ is a one man army; no vices

Took the demons out of heaven and cast them on down to the hedes

Am glad He's my Dad's first born and His coming back for his siblings

Holy pilgrim

>>A.T.L<<

Liposuction

I need to shed weight sins in my belly cause the bible is my lipo

Drain all the shame and the pain leaving me a happy soul with no restrain

Christ my friend; not the devil on his strings like a puppeteer

Making people think they can find a cure for a heartache at the bottom of a cold bottle of beer yet they only draw close to death making the grave draw near

So am here to give you a card to the doctor

Get your problems sucked out; no charge

All you need is faith this large

Christ is your lawyer and the Lord is your judge

Guilt burns because the heart yearns lust

Deadly addiction will leave your cold body burried in the dust

Now tell me how long your fun will last if the drink and the plants you smoke are your last

YOLO; no tomorrow because the devil don't gat a second chance so that only applies to him

This world is passing and it'll crash; no switch

Fast train and it runs on steam

So when the lights go deam then you know that the devil is defeated

Now would you rather be with him

So liposucton let your fat greet burn to ashes in the fiery action

Let loose your seductions and be free from abduction

And Christ will call you brother in a fraction of time

So to these words that I rhyme

I just want you to listen no charge; no dime

>>A.T.L<<