Kings, Rights, & Destiny

My name is Destiny Preach. I am not black; I am not a preacher. But I do dream like Martin Luther King Jr. did. And I do believe there are bad people in this world that used to be good and good people who are turning bad because no one knows why we live or why we care.

I guess Kings are the only ones who know the answer to questions that begin with why. They say it's called destiny,

I've always been intrigued by civil rights. I still don't understand how people could think they were better than others based on skin color.

How could you look at a human being and not see their soul? How could you look at them and only see black.

But then it scares me because I judge people too; the snotties and the druggies and the illuminatis. And I don't understand why I judge them based on what I see. I don't understand why I can't find their soul below their skin.

I hope you can see my soul through my words
because I believe I'm destined to preach.