(RESURRECTION THEORY)
Some many probabilities, oh the possibilities, we held back because of financial responsibilities.
Hue-manity a shadow of it's former self, the angels crying crystal hard tears from a grey sky, misic box revolving on a dusty shelf.
Twinkling in the night and crunching underfoot in the day, hue-manity lingering in disarray.
World so hard for most, so easy for the few, we done surely missed the cue.
Would that hue-manity could unify, subconscious barriers keeping them tethered to this realm, on the THC arise.
Third eye closed from the meat they eat, mental and physical, we existing practically invisible.
A baby born the closest analogy to what my people have become, what they must become.
A totally mind blowing conundrum this being reborn, how could the prototypical become this spawn.
Hue-manity desperately needs a reboot, a press of a key, poof... resolute.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
