I am as powerful as mother light
And devastating as swift darkness
I am life, spice, the shaker of flavor,
Once tasted, tested, bitten, then enslaved
All the way to the grave…..and beyond
Souls will be singed
And 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 years from now
When America lies on it's death bed
Breathing it's last blast
I will carry them over the threshold
To the promised land
I will never shake off,
Never will I be the flavor of the week,
My imprint will be deep
Much, much deeper than
A splinter of glitter can pierce.
I don't need to shine,
I BURN!