Teach Me How To Fly I spread my wings upon the sky Each time I raise the world pulls me down, I reach upon the chariot and sing the songs of my ancestors, The thunder is just too loud, I wave my hand upon the belly of the beast; My feet are tired, every time I touch, the mountain my feet begins to slip upon me, and my balance to reach the top. I have subsided within holes less than my subtitle of events, I do things that I think will satisfy your love for me, just to keep him alive, my children born within the abomination of injustice, but yet I close my eyes, to the blue print of Gods suggestion, I come to this point where my soul is in the darkness of redemption, I must come back to the beginning, brother man teach me how to fly, my man no longer respects my blessings of his limb, I have tanted my home of pureness, I come in the shades of suicide intentions, I walk through the night, lingering upon the streets of darkness, hiding behind black pride carrying the tainted bottles and my clothing smells of genocide, My man can no longer see the queen, judged by the disgrace of many who wear my face. The shade beneath my feet; The ebony upon my face; The bounty that I search; A man who will carry me across; Brother man teach me how to fly. Nothing benefits the heart, if it is shaded by darkness, in this versatile world, the intimacy of created formations, spirituality that seeks through the soul, divine and divinity that circles the obtrudes of suggestions, who is man, and who is God, it is not the serenity of mans illusions, but the blue print that is created in life, more than a spiritual retreat wherein, humble the soothing of the soul, the meditation of wisdom, the solitude of love, the paradise of heaven, when the soul surrenders to the almighty God, the house of resurrection, the domain of quiet, and the filters of humanities. but yet there is a clause upon my emancipations, material items are not love, I stand at attention to empress my computation, but my heart bleeds as the curtain comes down, I birth a tribe the fire dims, and the temple thrust, How can the heart be still, living in the furnace of hell, baptizing the soul, Or how can it desire to enter the Presence of God, yet purified itself in a quiet moment, resting the spirit, that the soul, shall feel the up rising of its cause, how can the heart rest, as the circle continues to turn, as the vampires cling to the veins, and try to suck the life, filter with toxins, that eats at the mind. In this lent less journey yet toxin by the circle of darkness, how can it understand the prophecies, yet rebirth that sets at the light, waiting to be birth, as the soul fights from the darkness that it has lived, the spirit cries out, release me from this toxin, the soul who could not live within it’s own house, or how can it journey, the abomination of the bleeding fountain, without coverage of its house. In this lent less journey yet toxin by the circle of darkness, I give to you my greatest, as thee in me as thee in you, I sing the song of unity, and dance the song of opportunity I play the talking drums, brother man teach me how to fly. I lay the golden script that your spirit will connect I play the harp of sweet jasmine and burned the innocence of love that I may fly. Brother men teach me how to fly. The birds flap their wings, the airplane flies and waves, The butterflies leap and play, the humming birds Sings a joyful noise, the angels prepare a place, The unity that plays within the skies, the birds that fly Upon my head, the nest where rebirth began; The heavens that sways from side to side; The thunder and rain subside, Gods eyes is the sun, brother man Teach me how to fly.