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My pinnacle is way above these interviews
Any information I pass along is miniscule
Compared to when I seen an angel in the physical
And he told me that God said that I was plentiful

But when you’re homeless, you don’t feel it
And when you’re hungry, you don’t feel it

I appreciate my friends for those nights they bought me pizza
When I didn’t have money on my visa
I remember,
Walking through the wilderness like Ishmael
Praying for a father to grow me up and wish me well
But I figured things out on my own
Any hand that can point a finger can dare throw a stone
All the pain and the struggle and the tears that I harbor
White vans, cuffed hands, all the kids being slaughtered

When I die, don’t cry
It’s simply my departure
When I split the sky in two like Musa did the water
Don’t be surprised, just be relieved
Please celebrate. Please don’t grieve
And all the strange fruit that ever hung from a tree
To the ones who ignored signs still had a seat, see
All of those souls are resurrected in me
And sometimes they cry, and they fight, and they scream
And sometimes I visit Edgar Casey in my dreams
And he always tells me, things ain’t always how they seem
And I love my brother
Our fate can always change
When you’re not Abel to walk you need a Cain
And I inject Gill Scott Heron in my veins
When you’re up that high, everything seems plain