Genesis. Origin. Of the problem. Monkey black kings and queens running in the jungle uncharted paradise. Savages run rambunctious, for fathers did it first. Taking from a people, what we need to survive this life. Living in tragedy to escape for freedom from chains we are doomed to reapeat. Can’t you see the lives we’ve become. Born of infinity but mortality feastures your godly form. Dont let them kill your vibe better yet your soul. Dont let them change your name. You are God. In the image you are created dont let them take your title, it is your birth right. Don’t let the chains shackle your feet like the ancestor of our individual race of people. People. Everyone. Dont let hate kill your spirit. Prejudice and privellage kill your soul. See that the cycle is for told many times over. Wake up from the depravity we’ve created and break the chains. To long have we been taking from the kingdom to the dirt. Take back your heritage of crowns and walk with your head high and higher you can walk among your palace of peace. Understanding that the peasants are our people and there is no such thing as necessary evil. By which we stand by and watch the kings and queens become slaves. Can’t you hear the clanging banging loud begging to be let in. It’s the evil. Of the lies we’ve been told and the pain. Of our lies, I mean lives or did I. See the chains placed around your mind the box enclosed your chest. Cavity in which you’ve been engraved into the vary fabric of the lies. Realize your worth while picking up the crown that you put down long before you knew you did. Become kings and queens: Better human beings. For it is by you that peace will come and kingdoms will rise. Go back to genesis and ask Adam and Eve about the apple. Remember when you bit it? Me either.