Only felt free when I'm talking to god
In my dreams my grandma humming heavenly gospel tones
She walks a little closer I was timid at first as she put her hand on my shoulder
Grandma read my emotions like a book
Hatred mistook and misread what was actually fear and shook
And the wisdom she earned by years
Read my thoughts and wipe my tears…and said
“You think the way you do because you’re special
Not the back of the class way but your lords gonna test you
And all the pain is training for when you
Have to lead them with the gift god gave to you
Bloody wars blind grown folks but the babies see it to
In with the gift you can save a few
Cause everyone believes in you”
And time will prove that she started my movement
Grandma didn't tell me to take it she told me to use it
Now I have protection so that my hateful dad won’t break the wound early
Love is scarce must spread it early because you got to embrace the love within the sun
Gun within the sun was deep hatred that I felt was in the sun but rather it was from tons
Tons of hate spitted across my life for being different but no longer feel hate toward them
No longer in the cold found my purpose here I feel it…it all makes sense
No longer when in the rain will it hurt me like it was dense from the bloody picket fence

Leland Wright

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