BRON in a disfunctional American setting with rotten roots of an destroyed family with dead values mistaking lies for love....
she's on the go ,beautiful as a rose, but soonly changed
life from man to man serching for the father she never had
relying on the hardedn streets to deal her a better hand with clouded thoughts with desires for fancy things has a baby as a teen
cycle repeats it self once again.
alone the way soft peddles begain to ruffle bleed from her own throns she continue to ****** deeper ,traped in the same ghetto as a rose refused to give up give in nither let go knowing if she stops now there's no sunshine and the soil that provides her roots will dry so she motivate her self everytime she hears her baby crys determine to survive while looking into a mirror now ,realize it's her Daugther eyes and see the same rose of the ghetto....
wrote for all woman that can understand the life of growing up in the hood as a single mom
GO'S this way no better way to say
times where ones faced with moments of truth,
what's done is done,did and dead.
life love of lesson sometime are a messy blessin.
ALL the love less stress toward blessed best, and required reward less
you twist,turn and bend in the end
IT'S compliticated just to give in to bend it's did
YOU did ,I'VE DONE that's a fact NO rewind on that track kept it pushing didn't give in when lesson test love boldly
pure of heart start better then last
carefully choose keepin in mind we've done, it's did
let's keep it dead...
just facts of life...
Never placing problems befor solutions
remain on reality
challenges that get the best of me
rebuilding self-Images as a man with a grater ability
to slowly handle obstacle as we go, so demand boat will continue to float stopping matter at the door.
traped in sanity mentally insane
refuse to be stop or bothered with mind road blocks
bring absolution self pace and drive
toward confusion to it's end having no kin save no friend
reconstructing fix an adjust trene an rectify with reciprocution unwilling to bend
saying and doing what it takes and stand and remain not placing problem befor solutions
I'M just a messager
nothing I exspress is irrelevant
in a world full of trials of tribulation
im just one of meny bring reality to situation
where there isn't any
I'M placed here for a reason
every word has it's own meaning
open your thought just pay a attention
allow the truth to fill your soul, like a table speed dose the belly
I'M JUST THE DELIVER, I'M JUST THE DELIVER
nothing i do is of me
I'M JUST THE HANDS
part of the human body
reaching out toward humanity
REMENBER,,, GOD IS within ME.
I'M JUST A MESSAGER
CAME UP WITH THIS ONE EDUCATING MY SELF ON DIFFIRENT WAYS OF BELIFES CONFUSED WAR WITH MYSELF
she's blackness mentally strong
soft beauty of completeness
she's the QUEEN of indepth means
our ebony goddess of curves with desireability and truth
with full lips the wildest nose and darkest eyes
a tree that defines BLACKness oh, yes ***** hair wraped in silk garment, covered in golden rings of beauty
placed upon her ears,neck and the blacker then blackest hands
yes;the true divine mother of earth, she's MY MOTHER, YOUR MOTHER; SISTER or brother's mother
black rooted as me and you
the true soil of truth........
i wrote this while locked away and thinking how so meny of us black men leave babies you made to be raised by some other and wonder why in alot of cases when you see eachother again will be incarcerated and we as man dont give mom's the credit they truelly deserve. so this is for the strong. all mother's
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