This pretty cross covers my face because I’m no longer ashamed
It’s all because I was raised in the glory of what it means to gain
I couldn’t bare the thought of what it meant to be the same
Same as others, same as wretched alleys reek in pitiful poverty
My life is such as winning the lottery, I’m on a mountain that’s godly
Holy realm of every decision that has cultivated a vision of bounty
Through every challenge the course of love has been written
A pocketful of love to give out like drugs, shake and hug
I’m here as I toss my head back and forth in a gesture of what it means to adorn
Love lore is my honor draped in diamonds, the rhymes of my manifesto
A decision of significant proportions is my successful now
As I walk into this condominium of pristine glory I tell my story
