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Wednesday, 13 June 2012

MORALITY

Its below the balance. I speak of morality.
we've strayed away, forgotten the lessons once taught by the elders
forgotten the voice of our conscience.
We think old people equals old mind
we are blind, we assume they know nothing of this century,
things have changed, thats our excuse.
but nothing is new under the sun. if u think of it from that perspective....
it becomes - different scene, same problem, same basic technique (or advanced technique).
the truth is the truth, it would never change
history repeats itself, learn from the wise
i could save myself a lot of trouble if I'll just listen.


ask self : whose voice am i listening to? note that you are listening to someone, theres always a voice.

Saturday, 9 June 2012

Sister

How can i not call you sister
How can i not hurt when you hurt?
How can i not care and
why wont i walk a mile in your shoe,
to know where it hurts...
why haven't i apologized?
why do i hold a grudge, bearing a cross..
isn't it easier to forgive?
the world is bad , the world is terrible
thats the more reasons as to why i need you.
i Loved you once, I'll love you again
let me apologize for the both of us
cos it hurts to see you just walk away.

i pretend i am strong,
its the lie i tell myself
if Love is weakness, then for Love i am a slave.
i say a prayer for you,
for once upon a time we were friends
i'm ready to go back, to risk it, being hurt again
I'll be smarter, but a risk I'm willing to take.
its really sad to see you just walk away.

i still love you, so i always say a prayer for you
" Dear Lord, i love her, im no better than she is
and im sure you love me so i know you love her too..
pls bless her dear Lord, in your hands i commit my dear friend"
See, i always smile when you walk into the room
always happy to see you, just till you walk away....

Tuesday, 5 June 2012

kerions outtro

I refuse to be another black statistic
A black man who can wine and dine in the sin of the world and still be considered a christian
I plan on being great
I care not to be less
 I refuse to wear a bar-code across my chest
I refuse to let a black tee or throwback jersey define me
I refuse to let my children witness divorce
Or make mature decisions in court
I refuse to grow up carrying the generational curse
I refuse to feel the need to curse in my verse
I hate being automatically looked at when someone asks can anyone rap
I wanna be a black man that can flip it from urban to corporate measures
A black man who doesn't gain knowledge from the world for his own pleasures
 A black man who reps Christ to the fullest with no regrets
My only regret is the stigma that many black statistics in the past have set
Like going to jail, bragging about bail, leaving our kids, cussing at church,
married and you still flirt, no father present at birth
Animosity within the ministers of our church
I refuse to let my people be viewed as temporary
I plan on planting a seed not for the moment but for one thats legendary
As for statistics
My father broke the mode
And i feel its my job for the next generation to continue in it
 Because i refuse to be another black statistic.


from the album Hero, by kirk Franklin.