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1SP Mar 2014
Close these weary of mine,
Play the Bad Boy's Having a Party,
I can indulge in delights so fine
Of Friday in Civics that are sweet.

Oh yeah!

Mrs. Chaney and that radio of hers,
Both tuned to the oldies Hot 105;
Luther starts to plays as it recurs,
And she smiles, she dances, sings live.

Well, all right now!

What joy to witness her really bask
Is such a relief from the workweek;
Her daily struggle execrated at last,
As she swings, dwelling in melody.

Oh yeah!

We would just sit, listen, and learn,
Finish the week test quickly to survey;
Our weekly burdens were burned,
Ash like hers burned away in a way.

Well, all right!

I hed aced her class with all the lesson,
Yet words may never suffice gratitude;
That strong Black woman was a blessing,
First to see my strong sense of negritude.

Oh yeah!

Thank you, Mrs. Chaney
1SP Mar 2014
Is it a bird?
Or is it a plane?

It's… It's… It's…

It's no limit to your dreams,
What you so desire to aspire to be,
All you must do as hard as it seems
Is believe that you can succeed;
Others may try to hinder you stride,
Some will so much as doubt you indeed,
But you cannot surrender to kryptonite,
Because I see the superwoman you are to me.

Dignified, poised, strong,
A superwoman you are to see;
Confident, able, young,
The superwoman you are to me;
What a superwoman, to the rescue
Even for villains whose ridicules tested you,
They cannot outwit the superwoman..
You are to me.

You have been mistreated,
By slander, blackmail, and betrayal;
Somehow you still stand undefeated,
No one has seized you to fail;
You are a heroine, a matriarch
A woman of admiration in any degree;
Willing to give and help from your heart,
And that's the superwoman you are to me.

Dignified, poised, strong,
A superwoman you are to see;
Confident, able, young,
The superwoman you are to me;
What a superwoman, to the rescue
Even for villains whose ridicules tested you,
They cannot outwit the superwoman..
You are to me.

It's Superwoman!!!
1SP Mar 2014
Good Morning, beautiful,
I’ve been up an hour or two,
Looking at you sleep so peaceful,
After a night of making love to you.

I know I’m a blessed man
To have a strong woman by my side,
Who does the best that she can
To keep me so satisfied.

Good Morning, beautiful,
I had to give God the praise
For very much is needful,
To wake up next to your face.

Working all day made you jaded,
Still you mustered power to please;
I shall always appreciate it
For as long as this heart beats.

Good Morning, beautiful,
Good Morning, baby,
You are so beautiful.
1SP Mar 2014
With your beauty and style,
Do the world a favor boo,
And freeze time with a smile,
Like you did when I first saw you.

Beautiful for certain indeed
You are to all, but to me especially;
Stop my world and it begins
To focus on us without ends.

A lovely lady with finesse so fair,
You heal my life with one stare.

So fierce, baby...

With your beauty and style,
Do the world a favor boo,
And freeze time with a smile
Like you did when I first saw you.

Allow me to witness as I see,
You capture time by smiling at me;
I can submerge myself in this,
The overflow of the flawlessness.

An essence of a lady above any worth,
You are the best creation God set on Earth.

So gracefully...

With your beauty and style,
Do the world a favor boo,
And freeze time with a smile
Like you did when I first saw you.
1SP Mar 2014
To think my welcome has worn out
In the only place I have called home:
The police told me that I must go about
From the one city in which I had grown.

Listen here, I was born here,
Raised not too far down the street;
Liberty City in my heart, so it’s no fear
Pumping blood of triumph, never defeat;
My eyes filled with hope and pride,
When I noticed heritage and wealth;
This city is home beyond any to reside
As I fight for liberty everywhere else.

To think my welcome has worn out
In the only place I have called home:
The police told me that I must go about
From the one city in which I had grown.

I was born a few years back at Northshore,
To two newlyweds struggling on a daily basis;
Both were striving in the city to provide more
For the children brought in a world so racist;
Now, the police always harassed me as a kid
But I am a veteran now and educated too
And I spend a vacation here then get arrested,
The police tried Jim Crow without rights to view.

To think my welcome has worn out
In the only place I have called home:
The police told me that I must go about
From the one city in which I had grown.

I don’t drink,
I don’t get high,
So I think
It had to be what I drive.

I don’t traffic,
I don’t solicit,
So very tragic,
Police abhor me for a visit.

Stupid how things never changed,
Even I did for my son and nation,
But the police always know my name,
No matter what goo I do I am a situation.

My welcome was gone,
The moment I arrived home.
1SP Feb 2014
Young lady, you have been hurt,
Pain you have in searching for a man;
You say all men just love is to flirt,
And you given all that you can.

How long will it be,
Before you give up all your vice?

You say nobody admires you,
Your strengths and children to raise;
You’ve tried doing what inspires you,
But you will stay void until you praise.

How long will it be,
Before you give your all to Christ?

Search for the Lord,
With faith like a mustard seed
Seek the Lord Jesus,
He shall make you so complete.

…seek ye Christ

You admit to going to church,
Back when you were a little girl;
To think you could’ve led a search,
Instead you followed the world.

How long will it be,
Before you see it just gets worse?

Little darling, you’ve invested all,
All your time, talent, and your tithe;
Only one returns before you call,
Only one makes you happy to be alive.

How long will it be,
Before you seek the kingdom first?

Search for the Lord,
From the bottom of your heart
Seek the Lord Jesus,
He shall surely set you apart.

…seek ye Christ.
1SP Feb 2014
Back on his trip on Galatia’s West,
Paul had made it clear for everyone
That we now do inhabit the flesh,
But we LIVE by the faith of salvation.

If it was not grace…

It was the young pupil, Titus,
Who Paul whole-handedly assured
That is not good or niceness,
Which saved, it is mercy which insured.

If it was not grace…

And it was reveal to John
That Jesus is the way, only way,
The truth and the life for everyone
Through Him is how we should pray.

If it was for grace…
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