OMAI (YOU)

Golden soul strikes the iron hot before turn cold

To forge a pen that’s over sword screw who endorses

Value wordsmith’s straight from a hearths core flames

Took its toll threw sewn lips I hum to my lord through

Pain do enforce enrich what is lost from the dirt poor

While who conquers praised applauded and worshiped

Sailed the warships right to our shores change took it

Course what theirs make it yours as the meek its fear

What rewarded in chairs writing sonnets this world not

At all as appears trail of tears as a promises lives lived

Said Christ bled dying wish the English both French and

The Spanish did held the power to save and the counterfeit

Enslaved pave way to this day getting paid set precedence

Vote presidents spin tail no jail or evidence let residents

 

Rise this light that inside the soul that never dies

Cause the gold make it shines like its Oh my like its oh my

Like it’s Oh my see goal in dollar signs the tale then rewinds

In rear view once upon time