Few people work for a better world
With a loving and caring intuition
But some are just out of their mind
I do not know them personally
While they claim they know me
So i guess the legend is true
And i travel the world in my sleep
So now i made a name of myself
While i am writing my next sermon
In spoken word style letters
I like people who are out their mind
Into the heart and soul of the true god
I admire those who stand tall
While they are irritated by phonies
People who ask about pitching
And are more intuned to sales
Then to the meaning of art
So for my soul and spirit family
I will say the following
I love all
Happy hippies
Love monsters
Hip Hop rooted boys and girls
Music bangers
And contemplating thinkers