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Bruh, I know your up but it’s getting late
I got to make peace with you
Hommie I have bitten off more then I could chew
I’m sweating from the new day’s sun
now I know your in for a bit of fun
you got your trash barrels over by a raccoon
now go clean up your room
but I need to return to the basics & keep it real
many dismiss this thought as no big deal
we got hustlers on the street selling crack
working so hard today can give you a heart attack
yet my chief aim is to hold my head up high to the sky
got many thoughts & a dozen of pots in my sink
can’t even dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought
the shadows outside block my inner pain
not having love in my heart is driving me insane
who said that life was fair when your driving in the fast lane
not sense Lois Lane & Clark Kent made a dent
Stop all this hate that going around
so we got Trump comb over in his ivory tower
blind eyes of bats and wheels that squeal
got junk in your trunk saying no big deal
I’m going to keep it real start honoring your mother and father
I know what your saying why even bother
It’s good to stay in school & obey the golden rule
many hustlers are in jail cause they all seem to fail
by pool sticking & kicking it where their nose don’t belong
like Rodney King said can’t we all just get along
got reverend Al & Jessie Jackson always looking for some action
return to your first love before its to late call this fate
merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder
stop this senseless fighting as are nation grows a bit colder
just be happy for who you are in the inside
instead we choose to hide behind a plate of glass
smoking your grass no one in this life gets by on a free pass
systems blasting & the radio’s on
it’s never too late to hear the end of this song
got beggars crying & I’m not lying
get fish to eat but I’m not frying
Stop listening to hells lies cause you know Satan is lying



Unity
Come take out your bible
Let us start a revival
Unification is the plan
Grab your bothers hand
We shall all live to understand
The drunkard in the gutter is still are brother
This nation is drifting further apart
Blown away by Satan’s fiery darts
Look to uphold one another and pray
Others may claim it ought not be that way
We all need unity you see
Let us break through all the hate & negativity
The black, brown, yellow & red
What is going on inside our heads
Stand tall with the gay, trans & straight
Stop all this violence with deep hate
While Trump is in his ivory tower
We all need to relax & take a hot shower
This is the time the moment the hour of power
Flirting faces in certain traces
Got folks out running the bases
Stand up for who you are on the inside
Many just want to play games & run away to hide
but these are desolate times yet we settle
for ill but faded rhymes
Both Jessie Jackson & Reverand Al wants you to join hands to be a pal
Please stop the racisim my man
Seek for unification as a plan
Not a break on a long vacation
Plant seeds of kindness
Close up wounds that bind us
Learn to take baby steps in the sand
Like Obama once said, “Yes We Can”.
Stop sticking it to the man
May have to reach through party lines
Lift your head up high with a face that shines
Pray with all of your might
Stop living each day by sight
With time your faith will grow
May have to knock the wind out of your sail to inflate your ego
Love will keep us together and the way we should go
Let’s look above for the heavenly love
Merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder
Stop the senseless fighting as our nation grows colder
In time we shall shine
Don’t turn around when your hands on the plough
Unity is where we should all be
Living in America the home of both the brave & free



In These Times

Can't we read between the lines
another pardon but people starving
North Korea's little man
we are going to build a wall from a know it all
in these times I stake my claim
not for power nor for fame
it's a shame we came this far to discover
from a president with a comb over
where is the love & stop all the hate
call it fate a new position for your intuition
these are your marching orders to proceed with love
coming down out of a hand with love
many suffer in silence invading all the violence
in these times we must stand in line
not to pretend that everythings fine
we have become socially wandering wizards
trying to drain the swamp & then what
the whole political scheme make me want to throw up
got babies having babies with abortion on demand
when will we ever live to understand
don't turn your backs when saluting are country's flag
there are lines being drawn out in the sand
hopefully someday all will understand
In these times we have created a rhyme
got you broke down to your last thin dime
yet keep your chin up you can surely shine
all things beautiful in its time
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