My oh my I’ve got a story to tell Well, it’s a secret that you should… It ain’t so much a secret but, regret not telling you, I would. You know what? All bullshit and predilections aside. It’s time to get real. Every body wanna fly, But mostly niggaz is scared of heights Most of these… Many men And women too You want to move. Get on up! You want to be Achieve something! I tried to, But what was your end?Read More →
This is an excerpt of a discovery I made while looking for old jailhouse style lyrics. It’s funny, almost crazy, how the worst place in the world brings out the sharpest wisdom. In the face of the worst kind of darkness a light comes on and set’s itself to change the world. Read the rest at the link below the piece. Political World WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN We live in a political world Love don’t have any place We’re living in times where men commit crimes And crime don’t have a face We live in a political world Icicles hanging down Wedding bells ring andRead More →
I found this work online doing research if you will into the varying stereotypes and thoughts concerning people of color around the world. Although I am not the orginal author I think many will enjoy it so I share it with you. In the words of the author… In the past if you were black, you did not have a voice. You were not recognized as a man. If you were black, you could not drink from the same fountain, sit in the same seats, you were considered less than human and not worthy of the lifestyle offered to others in society. Today that imageRead More →
I came across this interesting piece of inspiration from a time and era where African Americans (black folks) had little in the way of equality in America. Yet it could be said we earned a greater stake than many would every consider claiming. From heritage to work ethic, the pride and enjoyment of simply being – the black man, black men and women (African Americans) have used their wit and humor and yes faith to sow and see the seed of hope grow into the fruit many enjoy today.Read More →
One symbol of a penitent conscience is the effort some put toward owning being broken. Accepting fault for yesterday while knowing tomorrow is never too far off to be true to yourself. This poem has new meaning to me as I revisit some psalms that I like and inspire me to do what i need to do to be my brother’s keeper.Read More →
How much more time do we have America?I can’t call it exactly but it’s sure been fun…Sorry, I mean, I wish it would’ve lasted as far as dreams goBut I already got my bags at the doorWaiting on my ride outta hereI’m outta here –WaitingThinking…Waiting on my return trip in the mother shipI’m going home lil homeyCan’t stay here,Wish I could… butYou know it’s been funA real rollercoaster ride–Good times – bad times – sad times –Times up – now I got make my moveComing soon the next big bang Television talking bout “to big too fail”Not to big to fallFalling down the stairs onRead More →
I remember the eightiesAn interesting time, the family well defined byTogetherness.At least in the mind of most producers Unity unlike any time beforeWe grow accustom to an image13 million households a weekYet how true can this be?Read More →
A man will do whatever it takes to survive Runnin Fightin Diverging himself of his pride Standing when he’s told, “It’s wiser to sit.” Does he really have a choice? Is this really how it’s meant to end?Read More →