Back in the days we were slaves whips and chains. It’s tradition from Babylon we’ve worked as slaves with no spark in the brain. They’ve tamed us like Great Danes, gentle giants, no heart to be defiant. When His light abandoned our insight. The inner being hidden in prison houses too dark for cave dwellers, who could only see the figures on the wall. Like leaves when autumn calls, we fell like basketballs through hoops when they scooped, us into their nets. Paralyzed from the neck down while they sold us for quick bucks and used us like dump trucks. Spineless, they’ve directed our steps, mindless, eyes wide shut is called, ‘Blindness.’ Majority of us fail because we lack the rudiments consistently stuck in a minus. It’s time to Learn Wiserr, because seasons change and hurricanes will surprise us. Think about Katrina, Black Wall Street, to the Eaten fires in Altadena. While holding on to scriptures in the book of Peter. Picking up the bootstraps is like an exercise to the crucified. So we continue to press forward in Skool, until our grades are supersized. No one becomes rich truly unless the Most High multiplies.