Righteous Seed

by S.I.L.E.N.T.W.A.R.

I had to stop living for selfish gain 
because I felt this pain in my stomach. 
It was my unborn seed telling me 
that I was wasting his time and not mine. 
I am only alloted ex amount years so my fears 
have to take the backburner for my son's sake. 
The sun makes me aware that I can stare 
my destiny in the face yet another 24, 
minus however many seconds fate wants to take from me...
thus I pray unto Thee oh God...
Let time stall for my seeds purpose.
It seems worthless at times though. 
In the back of my mind are these crimes 
called "black on black", 
and in my bank account I am lacking stacks 
and blackened cats keep crossing my path 
but the math always adds up...God and I equals one. 
Equals sequels to my forefathers reigning over slavery...
saving me enough energy to sow into the garden 
of my soul for my son or daughter. 
I live my life for my seeds, 
so please heed to my bended knees pleas Father. 
I need time! I need time! I need time! 
I need time to produce a life for my future wife's embryo. 
So break the curse from my seed 
that he may not fall victim to my father's father iniquities. 
That he may not plot against his queens 
and serve fiends crystalline rocks on blocks of ghettos...
And by calm meadows let him write musical compositions 
and verses of spoken word. 
And I know I don't deserve these prayers answered 
because of my countless sins and shortcomings, 
but forthcoming is a seed that may bear my name 
thus I pray that he not share my shame...
so I ask of thee oh God...name my seed...righteous.

Righteous Seed by S.I.L.E.N.T.W.A.R.

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