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Again I Cried

Last night I cried and to tell the truth
I really don't know why
Perhaps it was the loneliness
or the anger trapped inside

I cried because the things I want
seem like a distant dream
And no one really understands 
the way I feel - it seems

I cried because I need someone
to whisper in my ear
"no matter what the problem is
you know I'll be right here"

I cried because I miss my mom
I miss her warm embrace
I couldn't stop the tears from rolling
swiftly down my face

I cried because it seems to me
I'm destined to be alone
or could it be unknowingly
I'm reaping bad seeds I've sown

Did I offend or take for granted
someone in my past
Could that be why I cannot find
a real love that will last

I guess I'll never understand
or find the reason why
But I do know that every now and then
I will break down and cry


copyright2005

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Don'T Speak

don't speak til you're sure
that the words that you keep
tucked inside your cheek
have had time to form intelligent conversations

don't let them roll off your
tongue til your formulation is done
and they each have a meaning

i can talk til my face is blue
and spit out words that mean 
nothing to you - but listen carefully
you may learn something new

let your mind be your guide
as the words and the phrases take a 
ride - on a melodious train - headed straight for your brain

break the shackles off your mind and
sit back and relax and try to re-define some of the
things you've already heard

cause the first time around they may
have torn down someone else's dreams
don't feed the negativity

be selective about the words
that you choose - be it for 
rap, poetry or rhythm and blues
and use them to create something positive

so don't speak - don't speak til
you're sure that the words that you keep
tucked inside your cheek
have had time to develop into the 
things that you really want them to say


copyright2008

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A Real Black Man

if i could make a real black man
i'd bake him like a cake
i'd mix him up and pour him out
and this is what i'd take

i'd start off with some honesty
i'd mix in in real well
so i won't have to listen 
to the lies that some men tell

some trust would be the next thing
that i'd sift into the mix
that way i'd know that he's for real
and won't fool me with his tricks

sensuality would be next on the list
i'd really mix it up
don't want to skimp on this one
i think i'll add another cup

then i'd get out my measuring spoons
1/2 a teaspoon should be enough
cause when i start to add the thug
i really don't want to add too much

good humor is a must for me
i'd add a cup or two
cause a real man knows that laughter
can always pull you through

the fear of God is something else
you know i'd have to add
cause only God can help him deal with me
so he'll stick around when times get bad

and when it comes to flavor
chocolate chip is my favorite kind
i think i'll add a bag or two
i know that he won't mind

he'll have to be a bald man
cause that's the kind i like
and yes he must have the ability
to talk to me all night

once i've mixed up all these things
and i'm sure that's all it takes

i'd pour him out and lick the bowl
and wait for my black man to bake

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Yesterday

I took a walk thru yesterday
you know the place I mean
where you could play without a care
and dream a peaceful dream

A place where everyone you saw
you always knew their name
a place where you played hide and seek
and stayed out in the rain

A place when you heard "tag you're it"
always brought a smile to your face
and everybody ran for the porch
cause they knew that it was safe

Each neighborhood had a candy house
that got every cent you owned
a quarter bought a lot of stuff
too bad those days are gone

A place where you could visit friends
but you couldn't stay too long
because you had to be back at home
before the street lights came on

I miss those days and I wish that I 
could take my children there
I'd take them back to yesterday
and let them live without a care

I'd show them how things used to be
let them see how things were done
like if you had to fight someone
you didn't need to use a gun

Didn't worry about a drive by
when you played out in the yard
so many things have changed it seems
childhood has gotten hard

The streets didn't have gang bangers
didn't have to watch your back
but now they're filled with bad boys
talking trash and slingin' crack

Too bad we can't rewind that time
and play it back today
all we can do now is treasure it
and remember yesterday

copyright2005