Two people pass each other. As one looks upon the other's skin color, the other is looking back at their appearance. Both justifying, how better and righteous they are, in their own insecurities.

A smile will go the mile, while a frown will take you down.

Nowadays, a simple faulty brake light traffic stop, can get a black person killed. It's better to fix the broken light bulb, then having to face and cooperate with a senseless police officer.

Some ride the bullet to vent, while some shoot the bullet to revenge.

It began with a hello, and ended in hell.

A friend is the wax that keeps the flame lit, an enemy is the wind that blows it out.

Down the road of hate, at every busted corner lurks the need for love.

Climb upon the hates, and build upon the loves.

In the horrors of war, please bring me peace.