In this dim lit Arena 
What would you fear most 
The pigment of my skin 
Or the slight darkness that's enclosed .... Shh .. Don't even speak.. Let me preach 
For I know it isn't the dark you fear most, It's the "Dark me.." Wait! Hold up,hold up... Can I speak? 
You see, I've be holding me in 
Concealing my Kens', cousins', friends'
Uncles', and Ants' pain from the Beast 
What bread did we eat..? When did we have the best..? When Jesus sat with 12 men right before he left Now look... How long sense that treat? 
Our food has digested yet we no longer eat..  my brothers and sisters aren't you hungry?
While the new 12 walks amongst earth partaking of its' trees
Picking us off, plucking lives like leaves 
So let's be honest... Do you fear the absent of light..
Or just the dark me...