They tried to tear me down even on the lonely side of town a masquerade is only good for certain shades. A knife or a blade is what they want to reduce my renegade, I’ll choose the writer instead.
In smoggy alleyways I’ll not impart my art nor disappear from GOD’s center stage. No decrepit shall limit my age of wisdom to positively change, alter, and bring down Gibraltar and all hoaxes; angels are in my brigade.
by Jerriè McGill