Thanks, Cornel

And Samuel,

And Labi,

And Martin,

And Malcolm,

And Marcus,

And Daddy

For remindin' me

That love's

What it's all about

Not ego

Not false pride

Not recognition

Not opposition

Nor Don Quixotism

I can't win at hate

'Cause the devil's

Too fickle a master

Got no integrity

'S soon stab you in the back

'S look ya in the eye

I'm on God's side

I was born in faith

My folks'

And my people's

And in faith

I shall live or die

But not waver

I shall speak truth to power

With love

Stan' for somethin'

Not fall for nothin'

Truly live

And when I become

Too much of a threat

Fall for somethin'

Because this mortal life

Is such a small part

Of our eternity

And recognizing only

One Higher Authority

Makes life so much

        simpler

And more easily

        relinquished