Slowly we arose from the gravel and the graves.
With a purpose and a prose, despite our worries and our woes.
We saw a greater destiny through those eyes that never blink.
Shared ourselves with total strangers who eventually became the links.
That would start a chain reaction; many factors being built.
Pressing forward, gaining traction.
With our actions we can tilt
the world back on it’s axis.
We must shine so they can track us.
Light the way like living torches.
Our voices rain from porches.
Pulpits and prisons, just listen to our soul.
Reaching deep off in the darkness
until the masses grab a hold.
No one religion dominates or ever supersedes the others.
Our Kweens are all respected
and the Kings become like brothers.
These walls are built with wisdom,
conscious thoughts create the dome.
The population isn’t perfect,
but this Kingdom is our home…
– Jah Soul