CARL•WINSLÔW

Don't know what to say

Didn't want it this way

Hands to the sky

Feet planted in the ground coming thigh high

Got a target on my back that's a bullseye

Sclera red hot got a dry eye I need some visine

Elohim strengthen me to deal with the jealousy and blasphemy that manifest on the scene

Made with a calling so how do I this

Be able to tell the difference between Peter and Judas

I regurgitate whats on my mind, cause times not great for my kind

That's a melanated Homosapien between the lines read the signs

Let's be the inspiration to the congregation that's blessed