I will thank my Lord even in these days of affliction.
When the false witness calls me friend.
I can see it to!
Black lives matter not cause
the devil is in their camp!
The black youth aren’t afraid of them.
They see how the false witnesses
manipulate the truth,
weaving like a drunken bishop
between the smiting god
and the loving one.
They say, woman! thou shalt not kill the unborn!
But the boys in blue can kill as many
as need be to keep the peace,
To keep the right powers in place.
Iced tea and a bag of skittles
that is all one had to see.
the gun toting wannabe fell upon the youth ,
and this bully killed the teen.
And this bully was set free.
The rest was tedious manipulation,
by lawyers and expert witnesses.
Like the trial of Jesus…
I know why the slaves sang Jesus songs,
cause only Jesus can make things right.
The masters talk love and forgiveness
while they froth and obstruct.
Itching for the wrong people to riot
so that they can impose the rule of law.
Like water for my soul
I claim you today.
Free me from the sins
of this self righteous church
I will praise my Lord in the day of my redemption
I will rise up in glory,
and the Lord Himself will call me friend.