In my poverty songbook, I wrote
Fear nothing but to do some wrong
Yet I wrote nothing about being broke
All because poverty made me strong.

From birth, I've sung the poverty song
It's about a unilateral fight against poverty
I know the road to the summit is long
I'll rest at nothing until I dwell in prosperity.

There's a verse in the book about perseverance
It's the main reason for which I wrote the song
In there I thanked God for His grace and Providence
For it's within his grace where we all belong.

In my poverty songbook, I left out a lot of things.
There ain't a single verse about laziness and self-pity.
I instead included a request for a Timberland and wings
These two I'll need to get about and do my hustle duty.

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I'm underrated
Yet I sit alone
undefeated
On the throne
I created
I'm home.

I'll never be defeated
Not with a drone
Because I protected
My entire zone
With a tool I fabricated
Using a harpoon
That was discarded
By a great typhoon.
But they reacted
And sent a platoon
To have me eliminated
late in the afternoon.
Again I circumvented
Them like a half moon
And with all I had, defended
My title like a real goon.

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Come sit my brother let's have a talk
I rather we hug and not fight
Come take my hands let's take a walk
Together as one towards the light.

Bare with me my dear brothers
In spite of everything going on
And though we're from different mothers,
Maybe we can embrace and get along.

Why are we dying in the inner city wars
Like we've never heard about love?
Why are we fighting over sneakers and cars
When will this madness really be over?

Come sit with me at the table my brother
Come break bread and eat with me.
For it's time to love, forget and forgive each other,
For we are family and our hearts beats the same.

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We all have just one birthday,
One heart, one brain, and one life.
We have one mother and one father

Yet life wasn't meant for one place,
One thing, one experience, one set of rules,
One religion, one belief system.

Then again I consider this a contradiction because
Many people have multiple Gods,
Many wives, many cars, many homes, many kids
Yet only one thing is certain, we will all die someday
And certainly, be buried in one grave.

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Pause if you have a cause,
Pause for a second or at every interval.
In a moment of pause,
you can make or receive a call.

In a moment of pause, you can
strategize
theorize
think
drink
rest
test
adjust
check
speak
ask­
take a seat
eat
listen
open
evaluate
formulate.

Pause is everything because
Many things change during a moment of pause.

Words were used in the creation of the world by the grandmaster of creation.

Words are essential, probably the greatest means of communication amongst people since we emerged from the caves.

Words can be used to communicate and express ourselves, our feelings, our emotions.

Words can also be used for the formulation of plans and evil that will cause potential destructions.

Words can be properly utilized to convey messages of hope and love, reconciliation and peace.

Words have often been used to express our genuine discontents about issues regarding human rights, moral justice, and equality.

Words can be used to write great stories and words can be tools when we write a beautiful poetry.

Words are often used as silent weapons in the dissimilation of lies propaganda and malicious gossips.

Words can start a war and words can stop a war.

Words can uplight or downgrade, Whether used to the console or motivate, inspire or cast a spell, manipulate or mislead.

Words can be the caveat for the downfall of a great nation because one idiotic leader uses it to disparage, negate and see others as shitholes.


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I know not from whence my inspirations cometh
I believe I was chosen from the time of my birth.
Alone and undisturbed, I have strange visitation
Embellished with beautiful stories delivered via imagination
Even the mental drought known as writer's block
Goes away the very moment the spirits knock.
Thanks to my late Queen mother who told me stories
And tales of our ancestor's conquest of adversities.
I am the last of the great Grios from my tribe.
The spirits will always be my source of inspiration and guide.
I come alive at night when the entire world sleep,
That's when the best ideas and loose words creep.
These words I process as part of my solemn obligation.
As custodian of Ancient history and its dissemination.
Call me a poet because of spoken word and great poetry
In actuality, I'm the last Grio sent to write our ancient oral history.

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