On my way back
Flipping past books Nicean
Hearing whispers of the Wisdom of Solomon
Apocrypha orphans like transplanted seeds for Afric
Lost my way home
I Reveled in arts of “black”..
Thinking they were mine...
Like Sin in itself is perfect.

On my way back
Waiting to be broken and splintered
Dust once more
From burning transgressions that caught souls
and clothes ablaze…
now waiting on the mere speak of my architect
to like phoenix raise… me
o’ I ...skilled tactition in the farse..
shadow of man once..
NOW
On my way back living a-alike
I-an-I
King of Kings luv...
but only with permission from my father.

On my way back
My tears wash me like the Red Sea
His blood in my mouth
My soul in his hands
I would rather die sometimes..
Like, Gabriel burn my 150 wings
lemme be warrior chastised
I feel no longer worthy..
But I am on my way back.

On my way back
With the Book of the Glory of Kings under my arm
Whispering Zion’s song..
Sweet redemption softens my step..
With each sin..
Strangely, in grow stronger in the word flesh
And for Jacob’s ladder I wait..
For my turn to ascend into righteous.