Jesus
It is the rawest name
I know The Kool-Aid is sweet
when a nigga summons savior I know
the grandbabies gave their lives
to sin when granny whispers the lord
over the belt before the beating
Maybe whosoever calls upon
the name shall be saved
from diabetes & child protective services
Maybe we waste our peace
praying His name will
be a fence where
it ain’t nothing but space & opportunity
Be a plate on a
passover our fridge can’t afford
His mercy, a meal
His grace, leftovers for breakfast
Oh, I love
How the name is exalted
by the need of the nigga:
Jesus
Be a bus pass
in the shadow of the valley
of Detroit
Be a nap after wine
Be a cloud keeping the bullshit at bay
Something about the Lord
always provides always
Be our basic needs
running over