You say you want to know all of me. Well then, just read my poetry.
I am a walking dialogue, swimming through the fog in my mind,
causing my third eye to go blind.
My testimony’s not phony.
These wounds are not superficial, I’ve been scarred down to the gristle.
My story’s a little gory but it contains things that will stain your brain.
Pain can be the best teacher and cause a fool to become a truth seeker.
How can I help you understand you if I don’t first understand me?
How can I help you see, if I’m still fumbling around in the dark?
I must become that spark, that flash of light that will ignite,
the ether in your existence.
Unless, of course, you are flame resistant
So, you see, I had to start at
Because, it is He that resides in Thee,
that allows me to write this poetry…
– Jah Soul