^{There’s a burning sensation I feel
whenever I think of you
its the faintest line
between hot and cold
where the scale tips
and fire begins to form
there are so many questions
I want answers to
yet I’m haunted
because the truth
does not exist in you
I want to be mad
I want to hate you
but the God in me reminds me
that you are weak
you’re unstable
because of the greed you seek
the worldly pleasures you idolize
the matrix that have you mesmerized
so therefore
Blackman
lost king
lost God
I don’t hate you
I pray for you}