A handshake to a smile  Fingers electric at first touch  Sharp words flow my familiar style  Eyes of fire burn of lust Midnight grasps and gasps amass Amidst sighs and cries behind my door  Bones howl reminiscent of the last  Moonlit passion fruit I'd known a night before

Let it be known that trash is TRASH Like an infestation, it collects in the home That’s where all hate starts I got your nigger I got your faggot Right here on the tip of my tongue I’ll damned if I let a human word have power over me! What “black” person couldn’t be sympathetic to equality for all? What “gay” person dare be turned off by another’s race? Riddle me this When Lincoln freed the slaves where did they roam for 100 years before they had an American vote? Beats me... There was no low income housing or trailer parks Riddle me that When Matthew Shepard was killed for no reason didn’t it make you think of Southern lynching?  Think about it... Milk was assassinated for being himself, like Luther I’ll be damned If I use any of my God-given words to hate If I were you I wouldn’t either All hate is the same No matter what you say I know that I'm above it

And on the first day God said let there be light Some billions years later We are still waiting to be enlightened Do you prefer white or back Jesus? I got an idea! Let’s talk about it Islam, Hinduism, Mormonism You only can pick one Oh yeah, Buddhism and Christianity Would you like a side of Catholicism? The Pope rules you Unless your Baptist or Methodist Then who cares Shhh, you hear that? Some children were blown up They were just Jews It’s not their fault you don’t like them Guess whose running for President? A man that says God leads him Oil companies are richer What country does God want us to invade now? Are you suspicious of Scientology? Don’t speak of Astrology or Numerology You will be stoned Women obey your men Or you will be stoned Once upon a time people were ignorant They still are And spirituality waits to be found God approves this message

We We, the people We, the people, deserve this Morals hung from a bloody cross A constitution lost Love is mere curbside service Lust, no courage Economy's in the driver seat The irony in society Golden silence stays reported Thwarted tongues aborted We, the people, deserve this We, the people We

Hey there Beautiful! Yes, I’m talking to you What’s that? No one ever called you beautiful before? Ah fuck’ em I don't care What you look like How much money you have Or what race you are You are a gift to me I know you must think I’m crazy But I value your life Whatever you’ve been through I’m here to tell you It makes you beautiful to me Don’t be lonely Know that I accept you