You’re like every God I’ve prayed to
And now I’m hoping you won’t be swayed
If there is blame it is on the puppeteer
And now I’m asking you won’t disappear
Envy doesn’t look much like excellency
And now I beg we guard this destiny
Even the felony of jealously
And where your errors may not trudge
All who may judge will mate the bloodline
But maybe perhaps, we can find the goldmine
There I can meet you at the finish line
To prove this is not facts of heredity
And together possess a pedigree.