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Eutopia Man

 I want an eutopia man.

A man who lives by his designed plan.

A man who doesn't run with the poision clan.

A man who is not a thug or addicted to porn or drugs.

A man who is with me truly in love.

A man that I simply cannot get enough of.

Well there may not be a man like that around

I want an eutopia man to come to my town.

A man who will not cheat on me.

A man who will help me harvest seeds.

A man who will not fall victim to sin.

With an eutopia man as the head,

The souls of his family won't be dead.

An eutopia man will want his family spiritual fed.

I  want an eutopia man to be head of my clan.

An eutopia man is what I desire understand.



1-28-11


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Positive Hypothesis

The most positive hypothesis is:
And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, 
Will draw all men unto me. 
John 12:32 This has been tested 
Through the years,
 And it still stands true.
Will you test the hypothesis
Or still sit around being blue?
 The positive hypothesis is John 12:32.


wrote 9-14-10


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Don’ Wanna Bee ‘Roun Ewe Noh Moh

Don’ wanna bee roun ewe noh moh.
Don’ wanna see da trajuhdee dats heded,
At yah doh.
Ewe wuz vary ahful tah mi,
God’s chile. Eye didden doyah nuttin.
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Yah ‘sposed,  tah bee ah liter rite?
Butt ya playin’ roun  wit da won,
Whooz comin’ bak leyek ah,
Theef en dah nite.

Win yah ain’t treet mi rite,
Yah naglect’d dah powah uv God.
Cuz onlee wit Him ah wuz,
Ovalookin’ wat ewe wuz doin’,
Ta mi fah da harvest ,
Of God’s chirren bein’ edumacated,
Mi yah outrite hated.

Butt dats awrite God-n-eye,
Gon’ win dis feyght.
Ah wheel hav’ victuree cuz ah,
Choze ta spread luv butt ewe,
Choze ta spread mizuhree.

Don’ wanna bee roun ewe noh moh.
Don’ wanna see da trajuhdee dats heded,
At yah doh.
Ewe ramyned mi uv ol’Pharoah,
Hoo woodn’t lett God’s pipahs goh.
Ah didden wanna fase yah awl dose
Otha daze.

Butt God help’d mi leyek God help’d,
Moses speek up tah ol’Pharoah.
God tole Moses tah lett mah pipahs goh.
God telling mi ta tale yah phake  Pharoah
Tah lett mi chirren’s goh.

Ah noh ah hatta bee roun ewe sum moh.
Butt itell bee worfwile, 
Cuz God wantz freedom,
Fah ebbery chile.
Yah hut mi fah alil wile,
Butt we’ll bee at da prahmased lan’,
An out uv yah Egypt.
Cuz fah awl uv uz ta prospa,
Iz God’s plan.

Ansoon we won’ be roun ewe no moh.
Wheel nat laugh leyek yah didaht mi.
Win trajudee nocks aht yah doh.
Wheel helpyah cuz God, 
Wantz uz awl tah bee free.
Frum dah phake phone’ powah,
Uv da enumee.


wrote 6-27-10


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Crack Kills...God Heals

Crack kills. 
God heals, 
And destinies, 
He fulfills. 
The truth, 
He reveals. 

To get us, 
Satan uses lies, 
Theft, demolition, 
And tricks for us, 
To forever be, 
In demise. 

To save us, 
Jesus took licks, 
Was hung, He bled, 
And He died for us all, 
To have everlasting, 
And fruitful lives. 

If you want crack, 
To stop killing you. 
God got your back. 
He sent Jesus through, 
Forty-two generations, 
To save me and you. 

To free us from, 
Whatever addiction: 
Dope, lost hope, 
Fornication, adultery, 
Idolatry, homosexualism, 
Racism, or any other sin 
Not mentioned, that you, 
May fall victim to. 

God wants to, 
Use you. 
Satan wants to, 
Abuse you. 
Live the way 
God wants. 

Don't let Satan, 
Tease and taunt 
You into sin. 
Join God's team, 
And win. 

You can't fix, 
Yourself. Come 
As you are. 
Let God drive 
Your car down, 
Destiny drive, 
To the Avenue 
Of Being Forever, 
Alive. 

Crack kills. 
God heals, 
And destinies, 
He fulfills. 
The truth, 
He reveals. 

To get us, 
Satan uses lies, 
Theft, demolition, 
And tricks for us, 
To forever be, 
In demise. 

To save us, 
Jesus took licks, 
Was hung, He bled, 
And He died for us all, 
To have everlasting, 
And fruitful lives. 


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Dark Horse

I love to sit on it,
And ride without a saddle.
It’s stronger than a stallion.
Riding it makes me sweat all over,
Especially down under in my Australia.
I curse often about how my  down under
Feels when I bounce and pounce on the dark horse.
The owner often grunts, curses, calls me names, 
And forces me to ride harder with no remorse.
I love such torture.
I love to feel it slide as I glide sloppily,
On the dark horse that belongs to my daddy.
My boobs bounce like basketballs
While I lie on top sideways or sit up so tall.
Daddy sucks and bites my morsels
While he dunks my rear,
Up and down,
Like an Oreo in milk,
On the horse you know.
I never want to get off,
Because it gets me off.
Having that strength poking me,
Feels heavenly.
I love to feel it slide as I glide sloppily,
On the dark horse that belongs to my daddy.


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Stop Lying

I need to stop lying.

I do not want to.

I need to stop saying

To you and others

That I do not want you.

You need to stop lying.

You do not want to.

You need to stop saying

To me and others

That I do not want you.

We both need to stop lying

And start trying to find out

What happened to us

We need to discuss

Even if we have to fight

And cuss. We need to

Stop lying about being us.

We need to stop lying

It is not an option.

This is a must.

3-23-11


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Don't Drop the Soap

I bet you're out of hope.

Dude, don't drop the soap.

I bet you find it hard to cope.

Dude, you're crude and rude,

And full of dirt and oil.

Wash yourself clean,

Because you are mean,

I don't wanna be on your team.

You hung yourself from a short rope.

When you shower,

Dude, don't drop the soap.

Next time you'll treat someone right.

Next time you'll wanna do it too.

Next time maybe you'll wanna live the life that's true.

Maybe you'll stop being so cut throat,

But in the meantime,

Dude, don't drop the soap.

8-15-11


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He Got Up


On the third day,

Early, He got up!

He got up with all power in His hands.

The plans placed on Him by man,

Simply did not stand a chance!

He got up in a superb stance.

He got up after He died for us

On the cross so that we could

All have another chance.

The fact that He got up

Makes me want to scream,

Shout, sing, run and dance.

He did not have to die for you or me

On Calvary but He did and not only

That. He got up with all power in

His hands for all of us to have

Another chance. I hope that

This is something to you worth

Shouting about. God loved us

So much to send His only son

To die for us but not only that

He got up and that is good to me,

And should be good to you,

What Jesus did on Calvary,

And He got up on the third day,

Shows that God loves us in a special way!

This action is worth shouting about!

No doubt!

4-23-11



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Too Late To Turn Back Now

That song’s been ringing in my head
For almost half the day….
It’s too late to turn back now.
I believe, I believe, I believe,
I’ve fallen in love with you,
And I have no clue why or
Even how?

It’s too late to turn back now.
I believe, I believe, I believe,
I’ve fallen in love and memories
Of us being together I continue to chow
It makes no sense at all 
You and I have not made one vow
I love you but I don’t like you
All because you don’t live the life that’s true.

It’s too late to turn back now.
I believe, I believe, I believe,
I’ve fallen in love: I’ve had no
Real man to ever treat me right
You had a chance for me you did not fight
So why from you could I not fly away as
High as a kite. Every day you call me to
See if someone else is with me. Late night
Calls, early morning calls, noon day calls,
All types of calls but the call you have ringing 
To your phone you have not answered at all.

It’s too late to turn back now.
I believe, I believe, I believe,
I’ve fallen in love. That’s all.
He calls. I call.  I don’t answer.
He doesn’t either. The feeling is not weaker.
It is stronger and no matter how much time,
We wanted this to be: it has lasted longer.

To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
A time to be loved is now. No 
Matter how much I hate. This situation,
Is destiny way past fate. Three days to
The rest of our lives is here whether we 
Are angry or filled with cheer. The season 
For our love is here.

It’s too late to apologize.
It’s too late.
Yes, yes, we played around and
Got stuck with each other for life.
For every action a cost must be paid
Love was never intended in this it 
Came in and stayed while we played.

Well the thrill is not gone 
We can play like it is all we want
But all I can hear ringing in my ears
This song that I really don’t want to hear
It’s too late to turn back now.
I believe, I believe, I believe,
I’ve fallen in love, wow!


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Can't Knock My Hustle

 You have not experienced things the way I have

Because you are not me.

 My  tragedies could be your testimonies.

My Egypt may be your promised land.

All of your that girl is crazy stuff. Take it up with the big man.

My struggles are different from yours and God's victory,

For us is grander than what you can see outdoors.

The floors that you may have to spitshine with tears,

Is different from mine. Your breakthrough may occur.

In days and mine may take years.So talk about me inside,

And outdoors. God is diversity and all of us He adores.

I will not knock your struggle because I don't know everything,

About You. So I suggest toward me this is something you

Should not do. If you do God got you. He got me too.

I still love you He does too. You can't knock my hustle.

I came here with a job to do whether I'm employed to the King,

Or something made by made who calls themselves incorporating.

You knock my hustle because you don't know my struggle.

3-24-11


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