I watched marriage as she gasped for air. It was a pain that I could no longer bear. Marriage had been so good to me. To see her taking her last breath was slowly killing me. I tried to give her mouth to mouth resuscitation But my memories of what she had become made me fill will anger and devastation. She tried to hold on and so did I But there comes a time when you must let her die I hated to see marriage go Her heart beat began to go slow Her chest no longer rose as she breathed her last breath It was sad to see marriage go through this last test But even in death new seeds can be sewn New hope can be grown But the true pain from the loss will never be known.... Until you watch the Death of a Marriage.
Politicians sit back while their pockets get fatter Watching young people **** each other As the violence we hear gets louder
My black matters You say I speak incorrectly because my chatter "ain't" like your chatter My dialect isn't what you expect, but these degrees I represent Are displayed so you won't forget that my dialect had no influence and no matter what you say, the world can't undo it!
My black matters I wear my hair natural But if my natural is offensive to you Be offended because my natural is oh so beautiful
My black matters I will continue to climb higher You will not hinder my elevation Because my black will rise above all deprivation!