Apology

Apology: noun; 1. a regretful acknowledgement of an offense or failure.

2. a reasoned argument or writing in justification of something,

typically a theory or a religious doctrine.

 

Why do you listen to that? How are you still breathing?

Why do you listen to rap? I guess you’re just a heathen.

Guess you’re a literal liberal who is liberating lesbians

and swimming in the sin of Sodom and Gomorrah.

Moray eels are more moral than you

because they can’t hear the ditties of the devil you’ve been delving into. True

Christians criticize you and cross you from their party list.

Listen to more of it at this rate

and no body be surprised when we discover you’re apostate.

Close your eyes, cross yourself.

We have to save your soul’s life so hurry,

toss your dice, close your ears avert your eyes and apologize.

 

They’re calling for my apology,

worried for my soul and worry I’ll be burning like a piece of coal.

Cold turkey on my music is what they want from me.

I refuse. I’ll take their cues, going to light the fuse and blow their minds.

I truly do believe but here’s my fierce Apology.

 

Free verse and formulated syncopation don’t equate to sodomy and fornication.

Footloose and fancy-free simply finds me outside the range of inculcation.

Doctrine dots my dome like classical art defines Rome.

But the Romans have more at home than tomes of Michelangelo

and have CDs instead of stanzas by Da Vinci.

My Bible is vital to my vision but scripting a title takes more than one page

and writing the words of a life takes more than the words of one man.

It takes learning. It takes observing.

Swerving away from poets who don’t profess the same projections for salvation

you do is as harmful as someone who starts curving downwards

towards some voodoo.

Life’s not like logic or Sudoku.

I don’t claim to know every answer though it seems that you do.

Poo-poo my new crew, sue my dudes who drew true views

and could school you, black and blue, stomp you like an emu.

Move away from the safe.

We’ll be taking the money and running to the chapel replacing the organ,

faith and freedom coursing through our organs,

support each other all the way.

Waiting for you to join us as we break into a chorus

like our father’s did before us.

We’re not about losing our traditions

we just take some new positions

and you’re stumbling through transitions

maybe something was lost in the NIV translation.

I’m still counting on salvation from the Cross

and bringing beats because B n E’s a boss.

Because Watsky isn’t someone I can toss.

Because the Wu-tang Clan scanned the land

and banded and landed together and we’ll raise the W forever.

Because Mac Lethal is a beast and because Tech n9ne, he is a feast.

Because E-Dubble, Logic, Hoodie Allen, Classified

are unified in untouchable eloquence.

Because K Lamar is seated in unbeatable eminence.

Eminem and anyone else I failed to mention.

All of these are worth my attention.

I’m a Christian and my mouth and lips are christened

with a water that will glisten long enough for someone else to listen

and I believe I have a mission

made to minister to many who’ve been micromanaged.

I want to ease their pain and bandage up their damages

and save them from the sickle swinging savages.

Wrap their wrists so they can right the wrongs,

Give the sorrowful sinners new songs

Provide the prodigal sons and daughters new hymns

And they can revenge the foes who ravaged them.