In this world of sin.
I simply see no end.
Women freely love messing with married men.
And apologize not.

Just a temporary thrill between two.
She got what he needs?
He has what she seek?
We live in a ***** world of lust and corruption.

Many sit within the congregation seeking one or two out.
Yes, don't think all go to church to simply sing or shout.

But pretenses are saints and sinners
In this ***** world, there is no winner.
Just more saintly sinners.

Those you meet that keeps it real.
Must be respected.
Even if we try to detest them.

In my mind, is a vision.
In my eyes, is a vision.

In my hands, is creation.
In my mouth, is a voice.
In our body, is the ability to succeed.

What's stopping us?
But for us.

Take stock in the mother you have or had.
They are remarkable, some are a miracle forever.

To those with more than one child and stayed at home and raise them mostly alone.
Because in some cases dad was gone forty hours a week.

And there was that rock in charge, she ruled and you knew it too.
But for some reason, some had to be taught a lesson.
And mom could handle it.

Dad mainly was the enforcer, to the decision placed down to follow.

Stern and firmed one minute, so adorable and loving the next.
How?
Can you forget her?

Then there that mom with the only child, a force to be reckoned with.
Just as fern, kind, and sincere.
But through all versions of mothers love was there.

No better tender, loving, and care.
Yes, no better.
Then the love of your mother.

Hello, love.
Tell me about yourself.
I refuse to read about you,
That someone else describing you.

So I asking you.
I know you effective.
And I know you are very protective.
And this to be expected.

So hello love.
Describe yourself.
Your inner feelings can be very revealing.
I have seen you create joy.
I have seen you create smiles.


Then I have seen you be disrupted sometimes.

So hello love.
Tell me the truth about you.
Because I'm about to commit myself to you.

Reflecting back, upon my past.
I've done some good and I've done a lot of bad.

Reflecting back, upon my life.
I am more happy than ever sad.

And I see no reasons to complain.
I control my moods and my days.
And joy stays within me.
Happiness is achieved when you reaching out fo love.

Reflecting back, I learned and lost.
Nothing is free but life.
And even that comes with a cost.

But it is everything, everything to enjoy.
Even some friends I have come across.


Just by reflecting back.
A smile came across my face.
And I see no reasons to complain.
No reason.
No reasons.
No reason at all.

Tired of hearing me say it.
Or tired of seeing me show it?
Either way, I am going to show more.
Either way, I am going to keep on doing it.

Tired, of me cherishing it.
Or tired of me being compassionate?
Either way, I am going to keep on doing it.
It just within me.

The day I stop doing the thing would **** my spirit.
I live to do it.
I live to show it.

Tired of my humor.
Or tired of my joy?

Complain not of the smart things.
Because love is a very important thing.

Besides the church, where a testimonial can be a testi-lie?
The next place closer must be when folks die?
Folks, just shoot of statements of this and that.

I wasn't the best spouse
The best child
The best friend
And some probably were better than they are willing to admit.

But the funeral lies come when they wish for a little more time with the one that died?
What changed?
What stopped you from kindness?
When they were alive?
Showing compassion and love.

Once your meanness is exposed to others.
And they truly know you.
Your funeral of lies hidden within tears takes over.