Eternal Soul

I am the eternal soul.
Don't confine your mind but stay on the grind.
Each morning after giving thanks I connect with my intellect.
Knowing the right life choices I will by all means select.
And all the bad choices I will by all means reject.
Never with my goals and education will I gamble or bet.
Because the rules have been set and an education I will get.
So put this in consideration while I'm in contemplation
About the violence on campus that the guilty ones are perpetrating.
This is a historically black school so why are brothers and sisters acting like fools?
Let's not hate, let's consolidate as we contemplate our behavorial state
And learn to cooperate and not contaminate our historic state and leave future
generations something to commemorate.
Let me convey, better yet let me sway you the right way.
Listen and these words will glisten in your mind through all time while some say don't eat the swine not knowing the choice in thine, water or wine.
I choose the wine, see ya on Mt. Zion. Who's the King, not the lion.
As we sag we drag and lag behind and confine our minds to a previous time while our forefathers crying.
The campus violence is not game it's a shame, who's the blame?
Our behavioral state is insane so I complain because you're helping A&M's enemies in their campaign.
First contemplate, secondly incarcerate a violent mental state causing us and the mainstream to separate.
You think the violence is cool, you're a fool, and we're in school so be cool.
As some faculty act devious I get grievous knowing the emptiness of our pantry is due to their deviltry.
Seek and remove the evil cause after this historic college is gone there will be no equal and A&M's enemies will assure there will be no sequel!
All poets should unite, excite, ignite and write to keep up the fight to make school unity tight so everyone will do what's right.
The pen is mightier than the sword so let's get every pen in the same stroke and write as one accord.
By the way I'm brother Marcus J can't stay but who's to say maybe I'll be back again someday.
Getting back on the grind expanding my mind through time while my pen is steadily on the grind.
Can't you see how it rhymes and whines; twisting the mind like a pretzel nothing like Hansel and Gretel?
Some want to preach and teach but get treated like Screech!
So as writers and poets get loose on loose leaf I will tie up all their loose ends as we make amends of our violent sins and restore glory to this story because a break in concentration will cause an unwelcome transfiguration of the situation at hand my man!