Purify Me
By Cal Lee
I’m so fake, retarded, boring, wack ass brother in this joint. Who continues to be exploited by the masses you guys are like the smartest but for some bullshit reason I see u struggling. Put down the pen Calvin, when was the last time you had your own dreams Calvin? Shit, it’s been awhile,but can you answer a simple question, why is this planet rotating to rob us of hours, days, years, and even of our youth, and we back down to tell the truth. When we’re in the faces of those who need a lecture on the simple truth. Some of us hide behind a facade of power that will diminish someday for we’re somebody today but tomorrow we’re yesterday’s news. Burn ‘em to ashes, hoping the greatest faith of a being who left us notes on how to treat each other in this walk that’s a real vapor that blows in the wind, then, ur gone. God, gather my soul at least plant some type of hope cuz in reality, life’s a joke. That lasts for moments of innocent sessions of time that can backfire and claim lives. Everyday, when you drive you are walking a thin line between death, and life. Think about it, your life is in the hands of another person who shares the road, jumps the curve, now it's a head to head collision. He was only a toddler strapped in his carseat improperly. I’m so fake, I’m so corny, thinking that I run my life when in actuality I think I control my own life story. Feeding off negative vibes, and I just lose it. Killed my wife because of some emotional peak that made me lose it. Not thinking about the kids, they’re left dumbfounded, and the only answer I can give them is “I’m sorry.” Too many apologies, not enough personal space, but when it comes to our business we want privacy. From a world that outstretches the four corners with violence. Purify me, God said to Moses, Aaron, and his followers in the desert. We’re animals-simply put, Like we can put Jesus in a box while the bible continues to scream “do your part.” Now let’s bribe them with money, fast talking preachers who tell me good stories and turn around and say send me your rent money. God will pay your rent. What’s this, marathon week? Another slick preacher who wanna say they speak for God-now I’m borrowing money from moneytree, and the pawn shops, to pay my house rent. And my kids can’t eat. Have faith young man, heaven resides inside you. But you just told me the only good thing about man is God. For the heart stands wickedly. Cut it outta me. I want these chains and this bullshit evil to die in me. I’m a soldier, a warrior clothed in armor to allow my heart to conquer animosity. I continue to play the puppet, fake muthafxxxas who think they’re cool. I see right through you–hiding behind fear, yeah, I had a lot in me. Rising from the ashes to birth a time to struggle and a time to shine. Is that one in the Bible? Maybe we should grab peace since violence is fear. Shed so many tears like Bob Marley said, for the injustice inflicted, disrespecting, I get from the higher arcs. I call to unmask these Government swindlers. Note, since you exposed the truth, let truth reign on the very steps of the Lincoln Monument that justly stands to oppress the poor. Keep racism alive but kill the hope. And if you’re born in the late 60’s why r u prejudice. A muthafxxxa told me I gotta chuck and jive to land a good job. We’ll see Boss–Click! Is that my imaginary nine! Let me unload on this injustice. Preacher’s cannot stand how I flex, then have the audacity to say I cannot stand ‘em. Why are you listening to my broke ass anyway? You think I hate you? Shit I love Juersalem but I despise Egypt. To me, you’re great men, I’m just a Lone Peasant waving in the wind trying to find a home between evil and peace. Bringing a sword to slice to the core of the truth. Let me rise above the madness for I have too many ways to fall but only one rightful way to rise. I still continue not to dream. Sorry Martin Luther King. I see just a glimmer of hope, but at least I see something–right?!
