Writing on the walls,
I don’t blame you my child,
But you will take responsibility.

Too much separation,
Which child wouldn’t be lonely?
Cooperate with us, please hear our cry.

Some leaders of today,
Call us the worse generation,
But yet who do we follow?

They gave you the wax,
You gave us the candle,
And we did light.

Your views on us now,
Nothing acceptable,
In your sight.

You gave us the blessing
I agree we did abuse,
But we can’t be accused on our own.

In respect you are to, to blame.
Setting the pace,
That gave us our name.

Charades of child play,
You too committed a crime,
And it is the cut off line.

Shout to be glorified,
But yet you are nothing,
Nothing at all.

Its election time,
Who am I to choose,
How about both parties?

Or none, none at all.
Until our relationship changes,
I will remain with the few.

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“Ye without sin cast the first stone.”
No one is perfect, but I’m not justifying crime.

Men roam the streets as their little children sleep,
Ready to attack the obvious prey.
While hard working people that wants to make ends meet,
Pray with their little children or go their separate ways,
Subconsciously hoping to wake up the next day.
Though four miles away and even across the world,
Someone’s being shot, stab to death or *****.
We the country gasp in fear,
Though we the  country created the problem.
Young men and women hooked on drugs,
Partying like rock stars while hitting the clubs.
Showing off the material things, “Yea that’s wassup.”
According to the older folks this nonsense has to stop,
I do agree though, before friends create props.
Are we are neighbors keepers, or do we continue to hate?
While we make money for our bread and butter,
Some families have nowhere to stay.
Young men turn to violence,
To make money for today.
Who knows what goes on in our country,
While the light are off and the street lights are on.
What shall be revealed next?
“All a we,” suppose to be, “One Family.”
Yet our nations need to be healed.
Let’s come together “This Bahama Land”,
And lend one another a helping hand.

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Some people hate me because I am different.
Some people are jealous of me because I'm different.
Some people hate me and don't even know me because I'm different.
Some people who know me hate me because I'm different.
Some people hate the way I act because I'm different.
Some people just hate the way I look and dress because I'm different.
Some people want to see me fail just because I'm different.
Some people underestimate me because I'm different.
Some people don't understand me because I'm different.
But they just don't know that I'm different.

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Painted little fingers,
Yellow, blue and red.
All await me,
When I rose from my bed.
Beautiful crystals,
In the palm of their hands.
Created a moment,
Of a eternal fear.
As they approached me,
They gently smiled.
On each of their faces,
Was charisma,
And a beautiful aura,
You can sense from miles.
Designated places,
You can tell,
They were synchronize.
Character and emotion,
Racing to the corner of their eyes.
Then they touched me,
My soul connected.
Every need fulfilling,
My spirit couldn’t reject it.
The flowers bloomed,
Gracefully in the earth,
And carried burden,
I could not bear.
The race of love,
Tampering with fear.

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Witch Laughs – (NUHAHAHUHHAHA)

I stirred the ***, I stirred the ***,
To bake the cake I love a lot.
I laughed at him,
As I chuckled a chant,
And drank a bottle of Razz and Cran.
It was on ice my belly did love.
I am the witch that has no love.
My words contrary as I stir,
Stir the *** for the cake I love for a cure.
I did some hocus pocus,
That made me mad,
But I loved it so,
Like my last comrade,
That I did choke on when I ate,
My laughter pleased me,
As my eating count was only eight.
I mixed and stirred the cake indeed,
I did at my utmost speed.
“I thought to myself,”
The witch did say,
I’ll keep my mind as a piece,
For another day.
She laughed at her face oh indeed,
The witch ate hearts,
Though she had no need.
I am the witch insanely me
Come and set my crooked mind free.
I stirred the ***, I stirred the ***.
Witch Laughs – (NUHAHAHUHHAHA)

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I saw the hawk,
Steady, awaiting, eager.
Violence await the clouds,
You can see it in the sky.
Earth drums beat loudly.
Thunder clashes,
Like symbols from afar.
The eagle at a set pace,
Laughs at his friend.
For he has nothing
To worry about.
Happiness the evidence,
Of untruthful love.
For what is real,
In the hawks eyes?
Willing to pretend,
The seagull comes,
And glides over the sea.
Only to be eaten,
By the shark that awaited,
It’s loving peaceful return.
The hawk stares,
There is no way out.
Captivated by love and lust,
Which door shall be,
The way out?
The eagle sees the confusion,
But the owl seemed wise.
In his delight,
He ate the rat with pride.
The hawk decided it was time.
So he flew,
Through three doors,
And behind the seagull,
He waited in line.

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