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• When you come upon the earths that you walk
• I witness your glory when hope seems lost
• And I see your ever-loving grace when I look upon the cross
• To know that someday it may be worth it all
• When you come upon the earths that you walk
• I witness your glory when hope seems lost
• And I see your ever-loving grace when I look upon the cross
• To know that someday it may be worth it all
• War, at what our world has become
• Suffering, at what the pain that was done
• For how I suffered violence to which you succumbed
• Just to know the struggles I could overcome
• Struggles, at what we had to foresee
• Pain, at what your fate was meant to be
• And so, I commend you for sacrifice to me
• Your life for my chance at peace
• When you come upon the earths that you walk
• I witness your glory when hope seems lost
• And I see your ever-loving grace when I look upon the cross
• To know that someday it may be worth it all
• When you come upon the earths that you walk
• I witness your glory when hope seems lost
• And I see your ever-loving grace when I look upon the cross
• To know that someday it may be worth it all
• Hope, at what our Heavenly Father sees
• Love, at what our world has yet to achieve
• For how I feel your closure when I look upon the sea
• Your life for my chance at peace
• Cause when you come across the earths that you walk
• I witness your glory when hope seems lost
• And I see your ever-loving grace when I look upon the cross
• To know that someday it may be worth it all
• When you come across the earths that you walk
• I witness your glory when hope seems lost
• And I see your ever-loving grace when I look upon the cross
• To know that someday it may be worth it all
• For when you come upon the earths that you walk
• I witness your glory when hope seems lost
• And I see your ever-loving grace when I look upon the cross
• To know that someday it may be worth it all
• You Are Worth It
• You Are So Worth It
• You Are My Savior
• Oohhhh Ooh Ooh
• You Are Worth It
• You Are So Worth It
• You Are My Savior
• Oohhhh Ooh Ooh
• You Are Worth It
• You Are So Worth It
• Oohhhh Ooh Ooh
• You Are Worth It
• You Are So Worth It
• Oohhhh Ooh Ooh

• A love that flies far in the sky 
• Scarce but in reach enough to hear her cry
• A broken heart that fails to mend goodbye 
• It’s that same old feeling 
• Once lovers now estranged far distanced by 
• The spark I saw right in your eyes
• A fallen prince please tell me why 
• It’s just that same old feeling 
• My soul once bright turned foolish by deceit 
• A river bound to crash the moment we conceived 
• But if not love than what was I 
• A fool to fall beneath the lies
• I guess it’s why they call it that same old feeling 

• At last, noon arises towards the benevolence of the beloved in prosperity and promise before the world; however, such purpose falls short beyond the ostentatious presence of oneself. The individual who proceeds the world in the same presence, same mannerism, same work ethic, same decency.
• However, regardless, the world proceeds unheard in the precise same presence, same mannerism, same work ethic, same decency.
• Yet, this morning In color, in character, in content do I reside oneself within the image he/she was created not before the visionary purpose of a lesser mind presiding nothing beyond the entrapment of societal functioning, however rather in the purpose of perhaps a greater denomination exceeding the possibilities of human endeavor and intellectual prosperity. 
• In this, of course, oneself regardless of acumen in morality and destiny must consequently confront such trepidations in everyday living; for those designed in the visionary purpose of a greater denomination understands in oneself and the betterment of a collective effort, it is not through the acrimonious tragedies one must face in embodying a people but rather in the triumph sought within confronting them. 
• A people, in which societal functioning carries grave vicissitude, in wrongdoing for not the presence of the people but rather the world of ignorance they endowed at first succession in creationism. 
• Yet still it stands both prepared and empowered in the ability to confront it.
• Yet still I stand in color, in character, in content, but rather analytically speaking in truth.
• For years, I was lost in identity and self-preservation, that to attempt and explain how I subconsciously gained it even exceeds my own level of comprehension. In Church, truth was discovered through faith, in school truth was discovered through fact, and in home truth was discovered in fallacy. I had struggled to find purpose and happiness within myself in the pursuit of education and a well-knowledgeable basis in theology; I even found myself lost in how I could live up to expectancy not simply consecrated under society, but rather consecrated under individuality. I strived to find happiness I believed could never be found, and it was through an organization titled the Way Center of Truth which happiness finally presented itself in opportunity and aspiration. Their mission to transform and progress the lives of men, women, and children culminate into faith, fact, and submission into the almighty presence in Jesus Christ himself. Servicing the socioeconomic. charitable, and community assistance throughout the Antelope Valley, the Way Center of Truth has demonstrated its concatenation in God’s everlasting existence in tradition, prominence, and legacy.

• I shall not fear no man but god
• I shall not no struggle with death
• I shall not throw away what's left
• everyday life seems to be a struggle 
• the world can not stop causing trouble
• meanwhile the government unravels with despair
• as the unemployed survive on welfare
• momma always told me to keep my head up high
• getting through the struggles of life i wiped the tears out my eyes
• as the next victim of covid 19 dies
• I could see the pain in peoples faces
• worrying if they'll be able to put food on the plate
• but what could i do for a teenager watching from the sidelines
• hoping for a blessing just to get by
• its like a self made jail
• living in an empty cell
• watching the deceased and needy live in hell
• but even when standing alone as an adolescent
• you desperately search for some joy in the present
• watching convalescence walk away from covid 19
• signs of hope god is going to restore the world miraculously
• cuz when i stand before the Lord, and prepare to walk through heavens doors 
• I want him to know that i can already soar
• I flew by solitary pain and struggles and someday we will overcome these trouble

• When they see me too, they give the power to you 
• But for what I should give and face to bring out the truth
• And only God knows why fate was so cruel to he beginning of a life that you already want to be through
• No more we hide in fear, no more ever-lasting tears
• No more waiting alone just to clear our miseries in the air
• It's time we come together, and let our voices be heard
• For victims this day and age to be fully emerged
• Together in a world where nobody wants to listen, repeating what those in power want us to do and surrender our position
• But we have waited too long, the abductions of their doings are too strong
• And somebody can't deny that there is something wrong
• For in the beginning was the struggles, and the struggles were what made us humble
• But still not enough to give up our fight against these troubles
• So, when they say me too, they'll take our power soon
• But for whom I hold accountable to bring out the truth 
• And so, the truth that you hurt me, you took my vulnerability and will to use against me
• But now I'm letting out my strength so you won't forget me, and may God continue to bless me
• Right now, and for the future of my child, so she may not have to live agony for the while
• That's all we want, no more fighting, just please let us speak from the Heavens to our hearts
• There is no reason to coward into the dark, that holds oversees 
• Of victims like you and me, so that justice may proceed and we can finally believe that we matter too
• I hope that one day, I can awaken to a world of peace
• I hope that someday I can say, I can awaken to a world to be happy
• But it's so complicated to escape our fate, and I know that my chance to change may be too late
• See, I may not be perfect but I want to see the future hold promise
• And my children are able to grow up in a safe world to learn and play
• Because it's not just me, but you too, that matters in this inevitable move

Sixty years ago, a dream of allegory fiction appeared before the eyes of American supremacy. A dream that sought not present reality, but only sought of the future to bestow upon the way minorities were viewed upon. From the streets in which two cultures forced their vehemant voices upon the surface of the Government, to the buildings in which one culture looked down upon thousands of men and women of color. But this I tell you ladies and gentlemen is not an account about the struggles our consanguineous ancestors faced against evil, or a caveat following the controversy to come, but only an account about the inexcusable standing of my people in both the demographic and educational unit of this Constitution. The same Constitution that sixty years ago, was targeted in the fires of Birmingham, or the same Constitution that sixty years ago was targeted in the battle for members of the Los Angeles Police Department against the Chicano community. Sixty years ago, two movements were founded in the hopes of pushing towards both social and political enlightenment for both the African-American and Latino community. But in terms of acumen perception towards for Latinos. Only one light shines upon the educational views of this country. For it was the Chicano Movement that shined so much light upon our bold eagle when it flew in times of warfare, yet our value to this democracy feels like the stormy clouds that either brought this eagle down or worse shadowed its opportunity to seek light. It is the same stormy clouds that shed the very ignorance taught in our society, and prevents us from progressive change that comes to our feet. And for many Latinos and Latinas out there who come with the same dreams that sixty years ago two cultures fought for, this dream may still feel inadequate, and disingenuous towards the accreditation that African-Americans, Latinos, Latinas, Asian-Americans, Native-Americans, and many others deserve for how they contributed to the United States of America. Sadly, this rather disappointment only seems minor compared to the lack of support the beautiful women of the Mexican-American community deserve. Some of the greatest female icons of the Civil Rights Movement including women like Sylvia Mendez, Lucy G. Acosta, Gloria Anzaldua, Petra Allende, Evelina Lopez Atonette, and so many others were all proud Latinas with a dream. Some other Latin icons that sadly never lived to see the very shadows of their legacy to both the Civil Rights and the Chicano Movement that adumbrate the darkest of the creeks in the night, are never once revitalized in the wake of a Civil Rights Movement, or in the wake of an inauguration of an American President. Some of these men like Cesar Chavez, Roalio Munoz, and many others. I want people to imagine if twenty years down the road teachers were to open a book and share a story with the classroom, and twenty years down the road some of the most recognizable icons Civil Rights icons like Martin Luther King Junior, or Rosa Parks were still taught, but what makes the difference between a lecture about how a Civil Rights icon who founded the United Farm Workers Act to protest for fair working conditions in the Mexican-American community, and corresponded with one of the biggest militant alliances of the Civil Rights Movement, the Black Panthers. Or what makes a difference if twenty years down the road a teacher were to have a discussion about the combination of two very loquacious and effective cultures, who together worked to try and solve problems including police brutality, desegregation busing within both cities and school districts, and racial inequality. So what makes the difference? I will tell you the difference. It's the difference of both the demographic and educational respect that the Mexican-American community deserves. Because Brothers and Sisters, Hermanos and Hermanas, sixty years ago one man's dream became the dream of a community, and sixty years ago one community's dream became the dream of another, and sixty years later one dream of two cultures became the dream of as many generations to come as there were stars. 

• For what endeavors me to owe such gratitude amongst the chambers in which thou seeks to commence
• You’ve heard my name, spoken to my Father, recycled my ever-lasting memory, and yet you still seek to endure my name
• A crystal amongst water, a rock amongst land, a horse amongst Shepard, have you indulged me to such praise and necessity for congregation and worship
• Yet as my Brother, I have onto you great wisdom the boundaries of the afterlife for which one could never accommodate to answer in one’s lifetime
• It is with grinding vicissitudes of the world that I have bestowed upon my Brothers and Sisters,for one strives to proceed these troubles not as punishment but as great obstacle in life’s inner ring
• When you kneel before thou of a rock that merged the world, my Brothers and Sisters, it is thou not that you praise in silence
• When you kneel, you speak before me, and I shall listen to every desire poured down before the very feet that you wash
• A bowl of blood, and the pouring of one’s body as I have left onto you, and for when the hour strikes three you lay flowers amongst my existence, and simply admire the light for which one travels onto new existence A grasp upon new life that one could never understand
• For it is not in the rose but in the pedals that fall onto thou’s hands Of omnipotent presence to which one is bestowed upon thy throne of the unforgettable Continually, the pedals still feel onto the floor, which all could see
• It was such rendition of malicion, for which only those who understood could grieve
• I come before you, in life’s malnourishment of the people that I have brought onto you such responsibility for change
• A pandemic to one’s story, a Covenant to one’s belief, a responsibility for generations to see. Still those pedals fell, and all those who watched could never admire
• But that they would say their prayers, and one would still be watching. In fact, one shall always be watching, as thy children of thy Father to thy creator of thy disciples
• He lay such compounds of knowledge that one opens their eyes, one shall retain the power to speak
• Still, the pedals continued to fall, except now such transparencies were noticed by all

• In the wake of the day, I wake up to the morning of a sky Grey
• Because I know what hides behind the world's face
• I see the Government, and their obsessive need, to defend for themselves and let the impoverished die beneath
• They say black lives matter, but really worth is far from the ladder
• And really open to those who obtain power
• Including the greedy, the wealthy, and those in office who see me
• And the struggles my people face daily we represent, not a country, but a regime
• And only freedom is invisible to the white men that rain Supreme 
• But all I hope tonight, is when I turn off the lights, I see God from an open sight
• And pray to Heaven for a miracle to bestow upon me
• That my family may never suffer poverty, a fate far too common with the black and brown community
• We need to change, even though that's what they have been promising for many nights to see, it only adds up to the hypocrisy their feeding me
• And the people who see the treachery, trying to fight for equality, against the blue uniforms meant to protect the weak
• God forgive me, even though you suffered violence at the hands of evil at its peak
• I now know the pain in this world I was not supposed to see
• A world of African-Americans and Latinos who suffer, a Government who tries to cover
• But one day the world will uncover the corruption we see
• And all I hope for eternity is that the new world brings some new promise to put me at ease
• For all our Brothers and Sisters taken away from casualties, we just want peace
• To be taken up from the Spirits of the man who gave his life up for humanity, and now it's time we pay our depths as society
• And let the ones who have been abused and ignored speak
• Because injustice somewhere is injustice everywhere and I hope God forgives my sins when I get there
• When I look upon the news of the darkening layers of faith
• I get down on my knees and say a prayer that I may rest in good fate

• They say an eye for an eye leaves the world blind
• But what about the eye that consumes the tears that I cry
• It hurts to be cursed and yet in darkness I try
• I suffer from pain that bears no responsibility on my side
• Those rich in health move onto pecuniary lives
• While those impoverished in health suffer upon the streets and defeat every night
• These inconsistencies that the world should be fixing
• Leaves emptiness upon mindset for those who aren't listening
• Look upon the misery from those bold enough to bounce
• For every minute of verbal abuse, insult or name leaves a scar too deeply wounded to remove from doubt
• Look for the victim challenged in society
• For you never know the types of atrocities they encounter under tragedy
• For it is me, who is one of many
• Who suffer from mental insanity
• Information: 
• 1 in 4 people suffer from a mental disorder
• 9.5 in 100 people suffer depression
• 18 in 100 suffer some form of anxiety disorder
• 1 in 10 people will suffer a mixture of 10 or more
• And 17 out of 100 teens will develop a mental health disorder

In commemoration of a Young King that once lived within the provisionary envisioning a child

In the legacy of a child who utilized God's Blessings forefronted to the world towards the extent of gracing our presence in depth, in gratitude, in interpersonality, in kindness, and in servitude of our lives for the betterment of humanity. 

It is under tremendous honor that I loquaciously introduce to the world as well as towards the presiding community of Cruz Anthony Herrera Productions; the Ballad of King Ezra

The young King who now stares down above us in the tender, affable generosity facilitated by our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. 

For our Young King does not intend for ourselves to cry

For our Young King does not intend for ourselves to mourn

For our Young King does not intend for ourselves to grieve 

For our Young King does not intend for ourselves to negate the perennial, Didactic compass he established throughout the duration of his existence.

For in the Ballad of King Ezra, it is with strong conviction that his purpose implemented under the omnipotent presence of Christ to spread joy to the world would prevail within us. That we would go approach the world, approach each other, and furthermore most importantly approach ourselves in the loving mannerism that our Young King had solidified in this life's blueprint.

To never approach the world in hatred

To never approach the world in conformity

To never approach our troubled world in the precise tribulations encaptivated through our media, our televisions, our movies, as well as beyond all other formats of communication towards the world in exchange of our sociocultural values. 

For our Young King graced our world with abundance from above 

For his purpose was to bestow upon ourselves the prominence of love 

For that is how I intend for the Ballad of King Ezra to be distributed throughout the world. That our children preserve the fulfillment of living that our Young King had exemplified 

For I care beyond poetic syntax that this Ballad become converted into language

For I care beyond poetic syntax that this Ballad become converted into philosophy 

For I care beyond poetic syntax that this Ballad become converted into practice

That I may introduce the world to a Young King that our knowing will forever be dispossessed of 

-Rest In Power Young King

-15 March, 2026 03/15/26