Trick Question

Good Mourning,

Rememberin our past presences

Amplified by more excessiveness

Evidenced by diamonds in our necklaces

Manifested down to our next of kin

There aint no 5 steps to recovery

Just the pastor sayin 'Beloved Be..'

He got the nerve to preach us peace be

Don't he sense my hostility?

C'mon Lord, answer me!

What are we to do now?

Look up to the blue sky?

How can we, you say bow.

Your incessant insensitivity
Incenses and incites riot, right in me.
No more public pleas,
Just listen to me, please.

I lead this procession
Cuz class is in session
We got a confession

Empty hearts gather round the casket, homey
Empty pockets money in the basket, homey

To pay for forgiveness
This ain't no Christ, Jesus.
It's after school recess.
Where dreams be limitless

Frustrated, I'm a blow a gasket, homey
Elevated, I'm a move past it, homey

I earn my forgiveness
Ain't I like Christ Jesus
All alone Mother less.
You say I ain't sinless?

Good Mourning.