Compassion the last one that enters the room
A key trait that isn't groomed
A true character the teachers don't teach
A pure thing that leaches won't leach
Compassion the leader to happiness
The follower of sorrow
Compassion something you can't barrow - d.j. Turner
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
We continuously make a fool of ourselves, unconsciously for the enjoyment of others, not lacking the self esteem self belief on the contrary we're encouraging individuals who slide through the ******** getting nicks an nacks ticks an tacks on our hearts an our backs slaps an pats patronized for our looks an our hooks the way dance or we cook we guide you through life like an open book but then treated like an unknown crook, but look I'm not shook I won't be that crook I slide through ******** getting nicks an nacks ticks and tacks on my heart an my back because I don't lack and I won't look back I'm way stronger then that.
D.J.Turner
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
What if what is what if
They say What if, but is it this, is acknowledging the unknown what's bliss
If I skipped a few Christmas's would my life end like this
What if they knew you'd be the best thing in they life, would that change what they missed, fumbling at they lips, as if they gave two *****
What if our focus was on what's next
So many stress over they ex clearly saving they text never pondering what next what next
What if people didn't have to get wake up calls to drastically alter they rights, what if we ALL stood together for what's Right!
D.J. Turner
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
They want you to fall,
they think it's a trick, walking that walk, talking with they hips.
Oh did I mention they lips, looking all luscious them lips, speaking so firm, moving so swift, every word seems to be a gift.
Mind of queen well that's what we'd wish, but they've all come in different shifts, some barring not a single gift, an some the same **** doing all the things that they wish, but it's the lies that lay behind her eyes that gets me every time, time, an time again tucking her head beneath my chin
Every man in this moment forgetting all sins
Her eyes soul searching, searching for another angle to get him in the trap, trap traping, love tapping just to stab him Right in the back.
D.J. Turner
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC
I'm weird I'm weird and I get it
Living on a narrow road not to be timid without the tips on my own route without giving a ****
I'm weird I'm weird and I get mindfully free of flaws not to be timid, been being so caring trying not to be livid, but my minds been opened to the chaos we try not to see but we live with all the fullery and fuckery they giveth
I'm weird I'm weird and I get it
But who are you to tell me to get with it being of the being living where they kick it wanting of the norm your part of what makes me livid an where l get timid tangled in web with the no hope to ditch it
D.J. Turner
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
Laying on the floor
Wanting this no more but thankful for the peace that I find when I lay
Day after day wanting a way to get where I got to get some day
Been waiting a few years an dodged a few fears but that's nothing I got to say
We wished itd be hours instead smell the flowers cause love an success ain't gone come when we say
D.J. Turner
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
The lust of the eye can take you far, but is it the path you need to go?
Moving down the river of adventure flow, doing things alone none
would ever know, is this the path to my greatest show, smoothly
gliding on a cloud of hope; hope hope hope, a four letter word with so
much meaning to change a nation, facing a crises of disloyalty running
through the veins of a injustice system, We call "the government,"
teaching us less an less about love, an more about greed blinding us to see our true paths..
Love; what is that? Taken from homes before you where even known,
teaching us Hate, grinding on hate, searching for faith, an some then
else to grasp to, gasping for air, it's clear the corruption will see you
through the darkness in your darkest hour, who do you call on God, it's
clear he's here, but are you thinking in the clear living in a nation built mainly on fear!
D.j.Turner #dobetter people #woh
@dj2_fresh
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 7:19 PM UTC
I wonder if we hold the right people in the right places telling the wrong people the wrong things; they're important, them accepting it but not receiving it
People knowing from the get go that they're gonna cheat not matter what they're spouse does it's started with defeat
Children playing and laughing pretending to be happy, growing up to know nothing but how to master pretending, not looking into the future but preparing for the end
A doomed darkened life killed as the sun rise's threw strife of witnessing the wrong lives rise in front of him, like the blooming of an already un-sterile un-neutered unfertilized flowering growing in the dark, in a path built for destruction!
Darnell BeDeep Dobetter
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 8:21 PM UTC
When I was born we stock together flock of a feather a Grandpa said,
Love was true we pulled through, houses grew, families grew, peace was "koo", but soon who knew; drugs came through, your dads generation grew, an there came a few who's minds where stew in a sense; starting trouble killing each-other. Single mothers came more common. Prison's grew an the rich of course, who started this course for the generations to come. Now your here where RnB, hiphop, & rap pump through your blood, confused on when to love, an why to hate. Unconsciously not knowing you grew with rage on shoulder, in your ear, in your rear, while you run a race in life, mostly of waiting to truly live, not wanting to love because of fear, fear which only brings trouble. Pushing the right people away, wanting the the wrong to stay. Commonly no one adds war which if it wasn't country to country, it was state to state, city to city, block to block, house to house, Dad's to son an mothers, an you can't forget **** Peace was never truly pushed imagine it starting from 1 house hold, love an peace growing an flowing, that kid became a teacher who taught true love an not to hate. How an why each race should date, and that maybe we need to be listening to our hearts an ours souls instead of or minds an our flesh less an less caring for one another!
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC