Fresh Flow

Boy, fresh cut, new shoes, like you got it all together

Attitude, car fresh, but your heart is like a feather,

Flowing with the wind,

Yet you’re falling deep in sin,

Trying to make one hundred,

But you’re barely past a ten.

Girl, you say your faith on fleek,

But your testimony’s weak,

Your words don’t reflect your actions,

Truth divided into fractions,

I’m not a math whiz,

But you got a big red X at the top of your quiz.

We have to uphold our standards and let our words be wise,

It takes a whole lot of faith to open up your eyes,

This life can be rough, but you have everything you need,

Push hard, never give up, and let God take the lead.

-M. Roberson