…Always in God’s court; it feels like a constant spiritual sport, a series of serious self penetrating questions, constant self confessions, I look for no blessings, for they have already came, that’s why no matter the test, my aim remains the same, it can’t be bribed or tamed, I look for no trinkets or fame, nor do I point the finger outwardly looking for blame; what’s out there is in here, that’s why I have no fear, it’s too familiar to cause me to beware; yes through self examinations, I’ve become omniscient at self translations, life’s inflations and deflations, has no effect on my contemplations, for all of creations I’ve accepted, I ask for no exceptions, I’ve already been blessed with time, I spend it in service of the divine, examination of self is where I grind; I see deeper than a blind man under his blankets; to the God, I speak frank with.