[Poem/Prayer Verse]
Love is Pistols
....Love is Pistols
Father God...I come to you, a humble and weary servant...
Because I see now that Love is Pistols {laughs}
Yes, yes y'all, Love is pistols and it's a damn shame
What's going on? What's Going On?
Father God, I only ask because I find myself praying for peace now more than ever
Cuz the fact is we need it now more than ever
So again I ask, what's going on?
Really? Does anybody know?
Like for real, What's Happening Brother? Do you know? Mother? Sister? What's happening?
Cause it seems like these many distractions just got us Flying High (In The Friendly Sky)...
Clueless to what really matters
But see, Father God, I'm torn between either trying to Save the Children and my brothers & sisters...or trying to save my mother's heart (and will) from being broken from having to bury her only child.
So fuck a rock and a hard place
I'm stuck somewhere between the business end of a pig's Berreta and finishing my skittles & Arizona fruit punch
The curse of conditioning is the condition. So again, I must ask, what the fuck is going on?
Mm, my Father God...
Well, the one thing I do know is that God is Love
Mm hm, Mercy Mercy Me, God is love
....And the same goes vice versa
So the question now becomes: What is love?
What is love?
Father God, what is love?
Love is small talk on 125th and Lenox. Yea, Right On, brother.
Love is Holy. Love is "Wholy Holy."
Love is hearing Marvin Gaye's "Inner City Blues" just after cracking the seal on a brew while kicking it with the crew on a sunny Saturday afternoon.
Love is a smooth verse from Langston Hughes and Maya Angelou....
With a backing orchestra of ebony strings,
Composition and direction by Clinton Utterbach
Father God, Love is black and black is beautiful
Love is unconditional, Father God, but Love is violent
Love is violent
Love is a battlefield in a never ending war
Cause Love is freedom, Father God
And, that said, Love is pistols...
So Father God, I ask, as I come to you, your humble and weary servant, I guess I just pray that my oppressor doesn't confuse power with privilege.

Forever in your name....

Amen...

[Faith's Voicemail]
Hey, look, I know this is mad random, but I'm watching the news and I'm just becoming more infuriated by the minute like...like I don't - I don't know what it feels like to be a black man in America, but I know what it feels like to be black in America, and that alone is stressful, so I just wanted to tell you that you do matter, despite all this bullshit that's going on. Well, hit me back when you get this. Love you. Bye.