Soul

Before I go in step,

Part of me remembers the patriot,

The time it took to bend the knee,

Illuminating the elements,

Instilled in me the prison of thieves,

Watching my reps,

Internally accepting,

A patriot’s death.

We have  separated the dark in the light

Our soul is forbidden

Areas in the political system

Erasing the black Indian

Highlight, U say, The good

In the end I let a mistake,

And away did they,

Propose to elevate,

Contrary to Genesis,

We starve our bodies in paradox,

Assorted by the air I miss,

Connected out the lock.