When It All Falls Down

Self inflicted war wounds
While they laugh at us buffoons
Shooting needles at high noon
Making pennies from sweeping brooms
Religious prostitution
Poppin' coochies at the alter
Any man's fear of having daughters
Head held high in higher waters
And the water bill is high.

No endowment for our children
So we keep searching for excuses
Keep searching for excuses
But we all know that it's useless
The lies that we commit
Adults being adulterous
Where is God when you need him?

And my grandmother keeps trying to explain to me
What seems impossibly 
The tale of my forefathers being kings and queens
I do not come from a dynasty of,
Emeralds and diamonds
Because my mother's uncles hoarded crack rocks
Spreading their seed to 6 or 7 bellies

Ego trippin'.
Self evaluation. 
Stabilization. 
Stability. 
Avoiding all euphemisms. 
Embracing reality.
Where are you God?

Some may consider me blasphemous
Because I, get high and
Contest His Greatness
With marijuana eyes.
When it all falls down.

- Sade' Miller