PLease The Gods

Some people work not knowing what they are working for but money.
After having the money and so much of it getting miserable and disagreeable.
Some work to pay bills then watch the action on the streets from window sills.
Some work to invest their money and loose every thing in the end.
Some give the church, only to receive empty promises in a sermon
If something is to manifest, let it be, don't lament on it.
As for me I work to pleas those who died to bring me here.

People say that it is crazy but it is the only way to see what am working for.
Money in the bank does not interest me, church oh well, all vices.
I buy a trinket, a bracelet, a ring, or help the unfortunate buy hard items.
All to pleas the gods Jewelry I don't even wear, they just remind me of a time and place.
A happy thought when times were good or better than previous.
A reminder now what my grandparents or great grandparents would have loved.

The things they sacrifice themselves out of so I could manifest.
The unselfish act of what I work for is mine and all mine, I will loose my mind.
Their must be an incentive a driving force, a love for something other than money.
When the balance is complete money will flow because the environment is right.
Money making all boils down to the proper environment if the spirits are not happy.
All because you have been ungrateful and selfish money will come with nothing else.

When the sun sets and the lights goes out I smile at the bracelet I bought my dead grand mother.
Just like the cross some safe keep for Jesus, am safekeeping for her.
If the cross was too heavy for Jesus to bare, why should I try to prove am stronger than him?
Bo go carry your own load, me grand mother no eat so me could eat.
I have respect the way people disown their own for you, while others benefit in your name.
I look and laugh at the blood that never washes away.