THE STORY OF HATE

Success always neglects Haters, because they don’t have dreams.
They only have nightmares, haunted by the successes of others.
And whiles they’re asleep it troubles them that someone is better.
And whiles they’re awake, it bothers them why you made it farther.
Hate isn’t racist.
Your failure is the only pigment of their black and white story.
The only figment of their imagination is to witness the autopsy of your glory.
And they dwell on that with their last breath like their lives depended on it.
Fighting the inevitable just to see you fall, rather than to see themselves rise.
They are still suffocating, because your heart is still beating.
Their hearts won’t stop racing if you keep showing up shinning in their faces.
Until they realize God’s in your corner where all the grace is
They should better throw in the towel and wave their filthy white rag.
I mean who can stand God’s wrath, when He’s your shield?
Love is real, and so is Hate.


Do you think it’s only people who go to the doctor that are the sick?
Wait till you meet one who harbors envy in his heart.
He’s the worst patient, because he isn’t even aware of his own predicament.
An illness whose medicine is never sold in chemist shops.
They say what goes around comes back around; soon they shall have a taste of their own medicine.
Karma has no menu; you get served what you deserve.
Hate is everywhere; In Compton people hate on you with ‘drive-bys’ and guns
If God made me a Samson, why do you seek to shave my hair-locks?
If God gave me wings, why do desire to clip them off?
Now we can’t tell those who really love us apart.
When everything is buried in the heart and something is hidden in a smile.
How good is X-ray when you can’t see through these hearts?
I think Hollywood needs more entries; people are playing their disguises well.


God said He created us, some above others; So that some will depend on others
Or better yet test us; it’s sad, most of us are failing
Once you start to rise above rooftops, they crave to pull you down to the mud.
Once you’re holding the torch, they are burnt on extinguishing the light.
They have a dying hunger, and will only get satisfied when they see you in plight.
They say money is the root of all evil, but ever seen the fruits of envy and hate?
They say we all belong to a family tree,
But people can’t handle the truth of reality;
when you are standing tall like the Eiffel tower and they have to bask in your light like a tiny mushroom.
I mean if they can’t get some of the light, they gotta cut you down.
But how do you bring down a mighty mountain?
They say family is linked by blood
But why are people spilling the blood of their own blood relatives?
If you can see yourself rise, why do you plot and want to see me fall and sink?
You’re only weak if you fail to pray 7 days a week.
And the fear of God will thrive your bravery… there are haters out there, but God is with us.