Gazing high above the night sky sun dies moon rise star all have arrive. birds fly to the nesting place to lye looks like a painting by monet waiting to dry but of all of a sudden helicopter wings are cutting my scene like a paintbrush reality erupting. i'm surrounded by cops snipers on rooftops red beams streaking through the copters high beams swat team crouched lean on cars that seem to illuminate the night with their red and blue lights. here i stand in the alley fifty cops i tally with hundreds of bystanders behind them rally. i think about sally and how she said don't do it but desire mixed with alcohol fluid made me pursue it. i had to go through it influence by rap music which said if you ain't living large you might as well be dead. death his coming hearing the bullets running if could only rewind time i change no frontin but my life is done. i drop the money and gun at the top of her lungs the hostage screams as she runs god i'm sorry for hurting all your people i guess i didn't love you as much as the root of evil root of evil.
Oh yahweh please take me home
Why cause evil is all i've seen i've known been shown
A yahweh will i see your throne
For the root of evil many, many sins i condone
I did it my way whether right or wrong
God forgive me for choice after choice i've blown
Lord i pray for my soul it growns
Can you save a wretch like me with the wicked seeds i've sown
God tell me why, why did i have to be the hostage. why this bank teller when my co-workers agnostic i'm a believer church go-er bible toter just yesterday i taught sunday about the ark of noah. i never owned a nine never drank no moonshine never committed a crime never stole a dime. okay maybe i have and maybe i still am but skimming off the top of work is only for my fam. i come on lord you can't hold me for that i'm struggling to get by while these heathens leave like aristocrats. for so long i've been holding my sins in. looking down on others to see myself as perfection. yo the robbers dead and i'm alive now ain't that odd two people who put the root of evil over god. i was trying to hide my guilt within the crevices laws of man. that allowed me to love money more than him.
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There is three perspectives two choices one story the theme. first choice elohim second the cream. what does it profit a man to gain the world and lose his soul don't miss out on heaven's turf by blaming life by where your birth. a bank account don't determine a man's worth money can blind a spirit's twenty-twenty from a soul search. the root of evil lurks in ghettos burbs blacks whites young old arabs and serbs. politicians religions corporateamerica banks. using dollars, shillings, yens, pesos, pounds, and francs. use your thinking tank how much would it take to bring happiness and joy. you could search the earth but christ feels the void.
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