There are too many brown boys
Being blinded by fool's gold
And they don't realize that
Their skin shines just as bright
And that the Jesus that their moher's have prayed inside of them
Shines even brighter
But they would rather decapitate Him
Put His head on a chain
Dip it the same
Fool's gold
That drowns their souls
Have the audacity to shrink a savior
To the size of just another piece they can hang around their necks
A gold link noose that history just won't let our boys forget
Wipe it down and make it shine
To blind themselves of His face
So they don't have to know
Him
Sometimes...
Ignorance is a choice.