god this is man

yes you made me

and here I am to exalt..

complication of  my eyes,

dream of salvation has be deny,

and so I live in sin.continue to strive

on my own,making ends meet,yes

I am a giant,financially rotten rich,

they say i am African American,you Asian

American,so when do I became American,

put up on us the will to thanksgiving a meal today

and you can starve tomorrow,,pale face are American

with no attachment of decline,to suggest to that evil.

this land that we strive to dream about,and enhance freedom

of the eyes and not mind,,but bob said long time ago,,

until,you see me as you and my blackness is just human,

and bear no significance  of my skin,first and second class citizen

of any country is no more,,until that day,keep dreaming for peace and love,

is just an illusion ,so her we stand good over evil,speaking the truth

with open arms willing to die for the blackness that slave me

into this land of good and evil, so if I came here in bangles strap to

my feet and mouth  dry as parch desert sand,but i must give thanks for

the ride,and struggle of leaving my family behind,taking the journey of a

life time to say what,god is good,for making me different in shades.

so here I stand rotten rich on capital hill and I am not about to shake

for I know my self and the journey it take to be here,so is your dream

related to me,or I have my own vibes of where I came from..you

know what time it is,,and its not dinner time..