Sprung forth from the seed of the Father
It is the fear of past generations
Why bring a child into a world that’s hating?
Will the world be good enough a ground for my seed
If it is, how bad am I?
How can it be?
I knew not the answer nor the existence
Of these questions or the imminent world existence
Obliterate the ways of the calm to make a blizzard
Against the laws of physics I was conceived
No one understood what to believe
A surprise unto the world capable to see spirits
Born again with a knowledge of God so I could feel it
Protected from then on upon being sent on
To the hill where cats with verbal bats would get their swing on
I lived not in fear but in confidence
That I could have faith in future’s consequence
For the path of the Godly is life, so why fear death or strife?
No one could scar my true soul with a knife
A million and two fold
I would recongeal as I exist as WaterMarmalade
I exist eternally through the life the Son gave
Baptized and preserved through the existence of his words
Diatribes for a nerd were at once never heard
Nouns and verbs of promises showed what honest is
Only true faith I have is that of His
One day I am to have kids to follow in the path
Of predisposition of the true Father that lasts
I come from Generations of strong Black men
Who sprung forth the seed of the Father
Regardless of fears of what had been
So I shall continue the tradition,
For the WaterMarmalade is my volition…