Four Word

When you get me, you won't get an applause to lies

You get support, but it's packaged with a brilliant mind

One fashioned by God, developed over time, so excuse me when I don't just fall in line

I can't move to a beat that feels contrary to heaven

Melodic words with a bass undertone of oppression

That overpowers the background voices of the oppressed

Features that look like you while you title it a blessing

When it isn't

There's no kind or sorta

It doesn't make me rich when you are whole, but choose to pass me halves and quarters