blind dreams

blind man talks about the future
as if he can see it,painting a picture
clear like evening news,quotes a scripture
known by His followers,he tells a story
of collapsed architecture,malnutrition models
that seek fame beyond the game,
paranoid prison politicians lustin' material glory,
persuadin' people to believe we're the same
while they worship money like pop idols.

he speaks wise woeful words that echo
an' navigate through trenches in the ghetto,
those who hear it are born again
they are truelly liberated from all pain,
testifying the true meaning of Love
praising the Redeemer high above,
they tell success stories that blow heads
weak hearts lured by the devils pie
they become like samson wit' out  dreads
falling into nakedness of her lie,
siners rejoice as satan slaughters
the sheep,he gives glory to the daughters
who have lost their way…blood like flood
flowing like freedom chained in the neck,
the blind man speaks…but ears are deaf
who will hear what the blind see
who will know what will be