Address:

Dearest Most High

Cloud #9

Paradise, Heaven 123

To the Creator,

i contemplated death in the shower today

and what it would take if i gave my life away

just so that they could stay

and make a change

i guess its selfish that i want you(them) to do better

and never

give up hope.

i see the beauty

in my people

and the light in their eyes

and i hear the hymns of freedom

and i hear the silent cries.

in a society where you're pressed to steal another's spot

i can see how being yourself is not

popular or trendy

and how we can't help each other out but we can cop a new fendi-

purse

and i guess its a black person's curse

to always want to rock

diamonds, pearls, silver and gold

but i was told

the true wealth resides in the bling of your soul...

and my mother my father - cause the creator you are one,

i never was the perfect type

i could barely make the prototype of being the One.

Just help me , guide me in the understanding

cause if i do fall off this cloud,

i'll be grounded in my landing.

some people won't believe the things i've thought about

some people can't imagine the things i've dreamt about

forever in your image

thats the best shadow in front of me

not blinded by the truth -i shall always let it be

my eyes are always open but

somehow i can't fully see. . .

Love By No Measures,

your child shapel.