Adam’s Ale Roman The Writer

Red is the blood smoothly running through
Orange is the vitamin His creatures consume
Yellow's the joys of isles remote
Green is the lea in which His fauna can grow
Blue is the sea
(Father God, wash over me)
His indigo children receive
(With your myriad streams of thee, aquamarine)
And until we're crowned His violet kings
Let's all consume what He brings
(Lo 'donai, come!)
For we are all human beings
(Lo 'donai, come! O Sai!)

Ready, set, one, two
My body's up when the sun's up too
As my spirit to comes to
I look around and I wonder what's new
Swim around in the coastal cypress
Crystal by the crown, gotta cleanse the mindset
Table of fruit and flora, dairy, and white bread
Read the blessed verse of the Lamb 'til I'm fed
As we each blossom like day spring
There's a little black boy who can't sing
His vocals been stolen by the hate
And he's breaking, said the world's gone crazy
Maybe we should start equating
Instead of discriminating
God does not consider rankings
And bias when He's creating