#Krjpoet
I sing a morning song That the robins do sing. I sing a morning song That you hear the church bells rin… I sing a morning song
in memory of Lisa 'Left Eye’ Lop… In hopes that your sleep Will be the best ever A sleep that’s eternal In hopes your soul be at rest.
Yet we are free From slavery’s chains, And chains that bind them together What about the mental freedom you… Freedom of slave master’s whips
You see, you make me wanna write, You make wanna write words So sweet and on the other hand Words wind up so tight Until it squeeze you when you feel…
Because I care Enough to say enough, Even though times are so rough As society tries to bring me As society tries to bury me
Just when the day wanes longer, Legs and body not get any strengt… Memory short and not clear, Times of ending days near. Hair turns from gray to white,
the heat of the city feel it what a pity for the brothers and sisters who have 2 come to work for a living a… living in the city
To Mary J. Blige Sister, you’re gone through hell a… We know from what we heard but you… Of the drama playing like a daytim… Or like a bad card being dealt dis…
Life goes on The mistakes are gone Times of remembrance are past The clock ticks on and on. I was born, I lived, I die,
Soothe me Groove me Making my nature rise Even in four-part harmony, As the music rocks me to sleep,
In Memory of Dr. Martin Luther… Silent. A voice once spoken of truth, A voice once spoken of justice A voice once raised the roof
Can you walk a mile In my Sunday shoes? Go to places I’ve been long and w… Or some places you’ll pay your due… Can you wear my shoes
I am not pretty I am not fat, I am not tall enough, Too short, To thin,
Come fly with me To the moon, To the stars shinning at night, Come fly with me Baby fly with me
A SOCIAL COMMENTARY BLACK IS MY SKIN TAR BABY... SAMBO