As I travel down the lane I saw shadows in the “pooring” rain

The meekers, the weakers, the creepers, the weepers, the seeker and so many sleepers

As I travel down the lane I saw shadows in this “pooring” rain

I hear voices saying I was insane… I ponder why… Maybe I am… some cry

What is this game the twisted fame the glory and the blame 

As I travel down the lane I met shadows in “pooring” rain

The meekers, the weakers, the creepers, the weepers, the seeker… so many sleepers

From point A to point B from life to death and death to life I see so many strives

The poor wealthy ones… and the poor, poor homeless ones do wonder why I am mad

Then we have the so called enlighten ones hmm I think those are the one saying I am mad

The sheepeople key post is a noose a tight without a loose like a drill drilling for loots

So I question the objective of their strong the fundamentals and the evil of the God

In the whispers of men again they said I was mad a darkness of mood some say I’m rude

Some think I am cute a crazy youth now with greys now just an old coot wanting a salute

In the “pooring” rain as I travel down the lane I saw shadows riding a train

Their thoughts were the same in their haze they thought I was from outer space

Because I did not play their grace so many times I see the changing of their face

On the religious disguise some smile, some continue telling their side of the lie

Sometimes I wonder should I hide or pretend like I am blind just to save my time

In the “pooring” rain as I travel down the lane I met shadows on the train

The meekers, the weakers, the creepers, the weepers, the seeker… and so many sleepers

I hear voices saying I was insane, seek no glory and give no blame for life is all the same

Truly I laugh maybe I am insane… some cry, I ponder why the corruptions & the crimes

The bombings then sheepeoples die in the name of the most holy guy no matter the lies

The word Negro is not a crime… Great Negro was the name of the Ancient Divine Kinds

Kings & Queens those first Sovereign Beings all had black skin like we take a look to see

In this the patterns to be free lay not in governmental slavery or the churches briberies 

The hidden fact blackness is the key the sun rays shows the marks of our genetic ancestry

As I travel down the lane I met shadows in this “pooring” rain

The meekers, the weakers, the creepers, the weepers, the seeker… so many sleepers