The sun arose this morning Shining among the horizon high The blue skies is met with a streak of colorful rays of light. Beyond the sounds of nature bloom The sounds of industrial hustles and bustles Being heard like a symphony-- A symphony of nature's glorious sounds that brings about the day.
The sounds of the day begins--- Sounds of workers working, The rhythm of engines roaring as the city comes alive And the city's skyscrapers reaches up high to the blue skies To the heavens high.
While below the busy ant people gathers To start a working day Be it poor, rich, middle class or *** They are busy about their busy day like so And so are those called Americans.
The sounds of the city is heard as sirens roar As the city is awaken by the sounds of the day Trouble stirring about In the city that never sleeps.
And when the day is done The busy people conclude their day And now the night comes..... It was a good day.
Soothe me Groove me Making my nature rise Even in four-part harmony, As the music rocks me to sleep, And in that time of slumber deep, The night's wonderful sounds so, Sweet, tasty and even bold, With that soft music serenades me Oh so right and so deeply. The night music has a flair, For just soothing you and like the Staple Singers it will "Take You There." Soft and sweet, Sweet and softly but deep, You make my heart flutter so, Because that's the way love goes, Soothe me. Groove me, Make my nature rise, Even in four-part harmony, As the music rocks me to sleep, And that time of slumber deep, Rock my world with your music Sweetly, sweetly soothe me...
You inspire me And touch my very soul Setting my heart and mind free Making poetry valued like gold. We loved the voice you gave To those without a voice And if you had a choice It would be the voices of millions of souls That may not hear otherwise you know. You were the light for other poets dwell In places, we may not go And you ever wished well Truly loving us really so. So there I said what I have to say To my muse forever If it hasn't I wouldn't be here today.
There's a place you pay On these streets And sometimes it's high Like the cost of dope In order to **** whatever That not right Whatever that's deep in you And cleans out what Castor Oil only does inside The body But baby it sho'nuff Will that's in the mind If the demons are there They'll feel it too.
Welcome to Ghettoland Where dope runs freely But for a price you pay And pay dearly my friend. Ghettoland--- Where your life out there Is win, loose or die! Chances are You'll either lose or die You'll sho'nuff die!
Ghettoland--- Where the hustlers hustle By any means And I mean any MEANS! This is the place where Street people call home away From the home they came from And street girls slinging pootang You know What's between their legs In order to between the sheet or under a house or Some alleyway to turn a trick.
Ghettoland--- Where Baby Mama's look for their Baby daddy in order to get that Child support And support that child they left.
Welcome to Ghettoland---- Where you'll see burned out buildings Just remaining reminders of What was then and what is NOW!
Welcome to the "New Frontier" Of an old idea Welcome to Ghettoland!!!!!!!