I pray.

No, no, no, I don't have a job.
Yes, yes, yes, my life is all lost.
But that's when these hairs criss,
then then I come to the cross.
I pray.
Some, some, some, I try to fill me up.
More, more, more, until I get fed up.
On these hopeless ambitions
and sneeky intuitions.
I pray.
Let, let, let go. Try to understand.
I am I really who I say I am?
Or is he the better man?
Gone like the wind for this truth for the land.
I pray.
Tick, tock, tick, it's not every moment.
Blink, blink, blink, it's not on knees bent.
I walk down the street and let God decent.
For the lost, least, and last
like it was Christmas and that was my present.
I pray.
Let them say what they may,
I ain't here to dismay the holy trinitay,
If you, black, white, muslim, atheist, or gay.
I follow one heart to obey,
and make myself portray,
A love that makes my step sway.
I pray.
Even if it ain't a feeling,
and I'm not no stereotypical white kid
jumping through the contemporary ceiling,
I go through the actions,
because even every movement the body makes,
the soul has it reactions.
I pray.
A brother that is learning how God lasts,
a sister that is growing up so fast,
An hermano that shows how a man chose,
y un a madre que haceme menos pelizoso.
With a father who gives great love to a daughter,
and another mom showing me to swim in open water.
I pray.


What do you do?


Shalom.