Summer's wind,
It chills my ear.
Autumn's breeze,
It cools my cheek.

Things have unraveled in front of us now,
The stars hover over our heads,
Forever has become our sacred vow.

Winter's breeze,
It cools my cheek,
Spring's wind,
It chills my ear.

This life is ours to build,
We start with small bricks,
In order to live our lives fulfilled.

Wind all-year-round,
Gusts at all times,
The passage of time's bell,
Continues to chime.

Cancer is a thief
tho' it doesn't steal property
instead it steals lives
and changes a familiy's life
'Cause it's not concerned
about who it murdered
Actually it doesn't care much at all
It just love to make people fall
A son, a father
A mother or a daughter
no one is safe
and it's a curse,
which is hard to break...

A picture in a frame.
A memory in my mind.
A movie that will
always remain.
Your love still lives
inside my heart.
Your eyes show me
light in the dark.
You love me just
the way I am.
We are so connected.
So fragile so small.
You will always catch
me if I fall.

Half of my heart.
Will forgive all the pain you've caused.

Half of my heart.
Can fight back when I thought i've lost.

Half of my heart.
Feels everything and still breathing.

Half of my heart.
Is your love and our lives between spaces.

Same blood.
Same mother.
They don't
know me.
I don't
know them.
So far away
and miles
apart.
We live our
separate lives.
I will carry
them always
in my heart.

I was hoping
To get a few words in
But it's okay, I'll keep them.
It is what it is,
And it was what it was,
But I guess we can keep pretending.  

We'll keep living our lives,
We'll keep locking our eyes,
Too different and yet the same.
The reality's clear,
There's nothing happening here,
So why am I still wearing these chains?

I was hoping
To get a few words in
But it's okay, I'll keep them.
I won't rock the boat,
I'll try to let go of hope,
I'll find some water to make this flame dim.

I was hoping you'd always be mine,
But on second thought, nevermind.
I was hoping it would be you and I,
But on second thought, nevermind.

I was hoping
To get a few words in
But it's okay, I'll keep them.

Revolt is not Riot
Appropriate reaction to state violence
80% unemployment for black youth
Poverty has its roots
In Slavery
Victims of death by ******
Unnatural
He did it himself they say
He died
His neck snapped
And broke the silence
Disturbed the peace
Inciting violence
Sparked Light
Of resistance
In the hearts and minds
Of the confined
And fear in the hearts of those who don't matter to mind
Modern lynchings
At the hands of police
And they call us thugs?
When we're killed for making eye contact
Or walking home from a store run
By maniacs with or without licensed guns
For having the nerve to shop in Walmart
Or playing with a toy gun
You know,
Cops and robbers?
But what happens when cops are now robbers of lives and justice in our communities
Then all too often they shift the narrative to you and me
Of why unemployed and underemployed thugs are stealing food from the grocery
Occupied like Syria and Iran
For failing to purchase
With dollars they don't have
In a store like CVS that is insured by the flag
How will order ever be restored?

I know you just died,
But it's not over yet,
'Cause you'll live on
In all the people you have meet

In their memmories
You still exsist
In your music
Your spirit still lives

You've become immortal,
Though you were born to lose
You still managed
To make footprints with your shoes

The fact that you made an impact
On so many lives
Is the simple reason
That your memmory never dies.

The bus rolled over gray highway
As rain fell from the gray sky
I remembered that it was wednesday
as I watched lights pass by

Strangers sitting in silence
Going home this gray afternoon
Blank faces masked by pretence
Listening to the bus´es familiar tune

An old lady staring straight ahead
A proud and polished display
Was in mourning because her husband was dead
and her children had all moved away

A young man by the door
Reading a paper calm and at ease
Felt like he wasn't loved anymore
and could not find meaning or peace

A young lady with a child on her lap
Was smiling down at his innocent face
She was running from her violent chap
To start over in a safer place

Behind me two young boys sat
Whispering rumors untrue
They didn't have a bed or a flat
and were afraid someone at school knew

The busdriver made another turn
Thinking about his spouse
Depths were higher than the money he earned
and he feared they'd lose their house

A man in a suit that was new and attractive
With a briefcase by his side
Had just found out he didn't have long to live
and preparing to say goodbye

Some strangers left on the next stop
and new worn souls sat down
We passed the bank and the grocery shop
and soon we were in my part of town

The bus rolled over gray highway
As rain fell from the gray sky
I remembered that it was wednesday
as I watched people pass by