…………..I think your generation the Quran nor king James spoke about, yet the divide is so deep it feels biblical, previous generations were more reciprocal, there’s some similarities, but they’re deformed and atypical; in the presence of your elder’s elders you are like a filthy rag, in a beauty contest with breast that sag, in the house and you never played tag, came into existence after our people been dragged and turned into another man’s carrying bag, with poisons, and young kids carrying mags, mad but don’t know why they should be mad, easily pointed in the wrong direction, like a blindfolded man in a room full of beautiful women with an erection, took on your earthly master’s role and started arguing over our own complexities and complexions, with every meditation my poetic hypotheses increases, ripping humanity’s book of lies to pieces.