Children of God

It begins with the big bang, first thought/ Electrical impulse the brain's first spark/ Drumming of the heart/ Nine organs correlating to the nine planets to make the best part/ Mother Earth nurtured a life from dark/ Soiled for the seed and the nine months to start/ Born into a world of corruption and wickedness/ Childhood is just something to reminisce/ Innocence get lost quick in instances/ Seems like right and wrong makes no difference/ Ignorance keep us in the wilderness/ Children of God wishing we wasn't brought into this/ Shorty lived beyond her years/ Smoked haze and drank beers like a future career/ For cheap thrills she popped E pills in her pussy/ So her lovers get high when they lick between her thighs/ No examples to go by when it comes to a father figure/ Calls for daddy when random men run up in her/ Lets 'em come up in her/ Cause she figure a child would love her better than the moms that left her/ With an aunt and four cousins then bounced the other winter/ Sugar and spice, nah ain't nothing nice/ She was born bitter/ Keeps blaming herself as the reason for her best friend's killer/ And everyday his absence makes it more realer/ Her hopes are gone, dead and buried/ Made reservations early for them dirty Jersey cemeteries/ Black Wall Street ain't standing/ So the commissary is now financial planning/ The crib is a cell with no room to stand in/ Story been the same from Watts to Camden/ No money, no jobs/ So brothers think poison will keep 'em alive/ Selling genocide day and night/ Cause even with the seed of life some still seek the pipe/ One night left alone with her anger/ She tried her own abortion in the tub with a hanger/ Same fate father upstate with a banger/ Shanked by a kid who swore he keeping it gangster/ We dying off the mentality/ Casualties constantly woven through the tapestry/ The aves becoming a shooting gallery/ Everyday collective sanity slipping gradually/ The block move more like clockwork/ Best do your dirt quick before them cops search/ Living like a slave from the cradle to the grave/ The one thought, 'I gotta get paid'/ Or is it that we living afraid?/ More comfortable in a cage than dealing with change/ No time to complain or forecast this rain/ Children of God been forged in the flame/ Survived all the hardships so we could stand before thee and hollow thy name/ Our labor pains been the same since the crescent was fertile/ Be birthed in the promise it was all full circle/ Shorty fell to her knees and pleaded with God for her fate's reversal/ Cause now it's no choice but to keep it/ Can't afford the procedure and it ain't no secret/ Has no idea what do teach it/ Cause it is after born where there's a trash to leave it/ She homeless with no one to help her/ No mangers in the hood, she gave birth in a shelter/ And as they laid her up on the stretcher/ She held the child and realized God never left her/ Yes, from all is one/ And since day one been adding on to the sum/ Three stages in life for each daughter and son/ With the power to leave their footprints across the six sextillion ton/ We all line up to triple sevens/ Either build or destroy to make this world we living in hell or heaven/ The lesson's been born and your light is the sign/ For in each one of us is the will of devine/ Just look to your light as the sign/ The Children of God offspring of devine/