HUMAN

So intellectual

Can't see the heavens for the clouds

So much brovado

Can't be humble for being proud

So cold

Can't feel the warmth of a loving heart

So high and mighty

Can't remember the struggle at the start

I myself was enamored at the fact that even once King Hatchet was a hammer

But know I can't be fooled

Because a lying man stutters and stammers in his own drool

So I check my tongue before I'm hung by a word

And project an image clear and defiant

Not sloven and slurred

For images can reflect the essence of the inner self

Material items are begat of money

But wisdom begats true wealth

So I ask you to ask yourself

Is confusion my true nature?

Is right and wrong a necessary paradox
Am I a hypocrite?
Have I learned anything I was taught?

Questions like these are raised when the carnal mind betrays

Just know that God creates perfection

By calibrating the best and worst of days

Translation...God is...what you aint'

So if you find that you can't understand

Let that be your only complaint

They say, "Let go and let God"

Well, isn't it odd that it seems like the hardest thing?

But at the same token I have been witness to blessings that allowed slaves to become kings

So if I say, "I want to be made whole"

It's because I don't even know the half

But, here's the thing...

How can I touch something in the physical...

When all I know is the dream?

Should I cop out?

Cop a new position?

Or just plain ol' cop a plea?

And tell you that I'm only human

And this is the best that we can possibly be.