In this we may be alike, Assassin, you & me: we believeWe want what’s best for humanity. I'll probably surviveDancing with the kinds of people who must find refugeAmong the sweat & rancor of a Fish & Chicken ShackBut Assassin, they'll probably murder you. Do you ask,Why you should die for me if I will not die for you? I do.

America, you just wanted change is all, a return To the kind of awe experiences after beholding a reign Of gold. A leader whose metallic narcissism is a reflection Of your own.

Christianity is a religion built around a fatherWho does not rescue his son. It is the storyOf a son whose father is a ghost.

No one Mentions Jesus' sister. Nothing is writtenAbout her. She had no children, she was in herForties the first time she turned water into wine.

Something happens everywhere in this country Every day. Someone is praying, someone is prey.

Nothing saddens me more Than Nigger, one whose master has no Lord.No word leaves me more graced by shame.

It feels sadder when a black person says Nigga Because it sounds like Nigger.

The man was high yellowIn public, afraid of himself, pretending his musicWas material when in fact, it was the opposite:Like a breath that comes so quickly you knowYou’re breathing ether: either atmosphericAnd anonymous as the air against a window,Or indefinite & mute as a curtain of wind.

SometimesIs a good answer to any existential question.