Glory
I am one of the few that was raised by two amazing people.
It wasn’t a perfect childhood but fuck it, it was on another level.
Taught us to be civil and never fear the devil.
Being grounded is what I really picked up from a few things.
Talk about one day we could rule like Queens and Kings.
What a beautiful feeling that I’m feeling when I dream!
It’s not what it seems, though we made a few mistakes.
We were all together for a prayer. Still together for the dinner.
I was never a great listener but boy, I was a sinner.
My brother has a temper. And the party scene is for our sister.
My father is just a great mind away to be his father.
Changing who I am is silly so I just won’t even bother.
Never judge them for who I turn out to be.
We go to church on sundays as a complete family.
But where did they go wrong to have someone turn out to be like me?
Am I living up to the name?
Or am I fucking up the reign?
Will they be proud of me if they see me now?
Am I really wearing my name out loud?
Or maybe I’m just putting it down.
It’s starting to be gloomy surrounded by these dark clouds.
I tend to be a clown instead of wearing the precious crown,
But my blood flows from the teachings of never laying ground.
Mama I’m sorry! Can you hear me now?!
I’ll take another route. It’s just another gray area in my life.
Let the bad days pass me by.
I’ll find a perfect wife. And together till we die.
If I struggle I’ll just close my eyes. Then look up in the sky.
“Papa, I’m asking you to guide me to the mark of my inception.”
Have a son named after me for my only redemption.
I’m hoping he will be the person I never was.
A great grandson and the great grand son.
