To work out the kinks
To get in the flow
Writing helps me to think

I write in the morning
The Spirit is willing
It helps me touch God
Don't care for top billing

I write in the morning
To be part of creation
Find a world of my own
From my inspiration

I write of my God
I give you fair warning
He gives me the words... so...
I write in the morning


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/11/2016

Meet me here
Where I am
With broken heart and empty hands
Be the light that guides the way
Through dark of night and bright of day
And though I fall
I still hear you call

Broken I come
Hungry I run
Into the arms of my Savior
Jesus
Lead us
Into Your grace and Your love

Here I stand
Here I fall
Before the glorious King of All
He's my joy
He's my peace
He's my rest when efforts cease
And though I fall
I still hear You call

All I know is You?re all I want
Savior of the poor and lost

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I sometime wonder is it worth being black
Always fearing for your life even when you're trying to the right thing

I sometimes feel like I should just pull the trigger myself
The white man going to do it anyways so why let him have all the fun

I sometimes feel like that cliff is my best friend
Seems like it's the only offering the freedom that of my dreams

I sometimes wonder why this is even up for debate
The answer to me is rather clear just need to pick the date

They put guns to our heads and tell us to surrender
Return to our cages and do as they bid
And if we disobey they unalive us
Putting bullets through our heads chanting you won't survive this
As they hang us from ropes and call us suicidal
Saying we had a hard life and just couldn't do it anymore
Writing our suicide notes and pinning them on the door
As we just cry from our ghostly bodies saying we didn't deserve this
But these days no one cares to hear the truth
For they're too busy laughing at how low we stooped
The truth is they don't respect us
But what does one expect when we don't respect ourselves

I want to blame the cops for the crimes they committed against my kind
But at the same time...
I can't ignore the crimes my kind has committed against it's own kind
We go around popping caps in our brother's and sister's head
Just to get the dollar they got stuffed in their pockets
So can you really blame the cops for being afraid of us
If we do that to our own kin...
God only knows what we'll do to them if we get the chance
So truth be told if we want change
We have to change as a people
And stop blaming them for the things we caused
Black lives matter
But thing is...
We have to believe that ourselvesl