Torn down boxes and ripped up pages, whose been taped up with dirt over the ages.
Bent up edges; No one notice the objects that lay upon this hollow ground when no one’s around.

Day, dawn, and night we spend living in Satan’s world,
unbeknownst of our constant lack of sight, which is completely dark.

But were so far gone we can’t tell the day from the night.
There’s a party, so your running, touching, grabbing the streets.
Catching the bus on 64^th to get a seat, yet on the other side of town,

By racist police Rodney King is beat.
Having babies despite a strong covenant, so she is frustrated,

She murders as she smothers it.
He’s selling crack and doing dope, and because he lacks YAH, he’s given up hope.

Born into a seed to rise into a tree,
But yet a grape is all you be.
As quickly as salvation was handed to you,

It was rejected by you.
Therefore now, your grape doesn’t matter;
the sun has dried it up, and ruined your platter.

This life the equation, our curses go far deeper than just “black”, and
“Caucasian”.
YAH says you would be hated by ALL nations!
 
We complain about the things we don’t have, out of all the opportunity’s in life we do not grab.
Hebrew men and women are dying, because they are stressing over things that are so small.

Never crossing their minds that in this world, not even a 6ft Hebrew man is meant to stand tall.
That is why we must try our best to have faith so that we can survive, from a seed to a tree still stride.

But believe first in YAH, and he will, after all provide.