Black men, why you stray from your path?
why do your eyes wander away from the pearly gates of life?
Why are those gold eyes of your wander away from mine?
Those eyes where intense for mine,
as if your were meant for mine.

Let me ask you,
does my mountain doesn’t curve enough for you?
is it my sun doesn’t shine enough for you?
Or does the ocean doesn’t waves enough for you?
Why am i not enough for you, black men?

Our hair woven from finest of sheep,
Our skin is richest of color.
Our laugh is brighter than sun.
Our whole personality, being, and soul
Are one of God greatest works.
Our love is one of a kind; no matter how
much you try,
we always be on of a kind.

You don’t seem hard.
you don’t feel hard
I feel hard.
I know you see me hard.
I am in pain and agony, and I can’t cry any longer.
I should have made you feel what I feel.
I should make you feel the hardship and the agony of my tears.
I should show you the hard that you don’t feel.
I should lay my final blow, and you shall know.
my hard.

Why I am not sad about what I wouldn’t have accomplished is because everything I did accomplish is far greater than I can imagine. Even though I think you were the closure, I need it. If that closure weren’t met, I think I wouldn’t have ever moved on and let rain finally fall. I am on an endless road that has come to a stop. All I can do is turn back and cry. I never knew I would make this far that I could turn back and cry. Now I am just standing here with a confusing wet roadmap with my hesitant foot on the edge of my stop while the other is eager to go back.

Years and time again we say, what is love, how we know it’s love
It goes like this in every conversation
Love is, love is this, no love is that
debate go on and on
year and time again we say, this generation don’t know what Love is
It goes like this in every conversation
Love is, love is this, no love is that
but I say love is you
What you like
The good thing you never had before
love what you want it to be
Love is flesh of other and soul that makes them.