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You Can Do It,
Yo brotha, I know you 25,
Tryin’ to stay alive,
On the south side,
You ain’t got no friends,
Since you turned away from sin,
And the sex be callin’ you back into her arms,
It’s like there be storms of temptation,
And the elation of the game and your ego’s masturbation,
My brotha, I know you 25,
With 3 kids, 2 by one, and 1 by another,
And the weight of people’s eyes keep sendin’ lies to your soul that you ain’t no good,
And you ain’t livin’ like you should,
And seems like no matter how much you press away from wrong,
You hear that siren’s song, calling you back to the game, of neighborhood fame, the playa
with no shame,
And now, you just tryin’ to stay alive,
On the South Side,
With no ride, ridin’ the El,
Beggin Jesus to speak a spell over what feels like hell,
My brotha I know those lies,
That come from hateful eyes,
But son don’t let your heart despise you.
Cause I know you, I know your soul,
It is a jewel of dreams unseen,
And days so good they seem surreal,
My son, don’t lose that zeal that drives you.
I swear he don’t always keep the storms from fallin’,
But trust me!
Don’t stop knockin’,
Don’t stop callin’,
Don’t stop screamin’, that name Jesus!
I can’t tell you that my life is heaven,
Or that I’m great like the magnificent seven,
But I’ve walked a little way in this labor of love we pay,
So that all will love one day,
So just let me say,
Don’t give your hope away,
Cause brother I know,
And your Lord’s still got some tricks to show,
So don’t let you fervor go,
Cause you can do it!!!
GREAT-one of size, long duration, importance, prominent, noble, illustrious, dignified,
renowed, mavelous, magnificent, and as an intimate friend in a relationship by one
generation to another. GRAND- one of Gentlewoman, two of Gaiety, three of Gentry, four
of the Glamour of your Groundwork of all the Gratitude for beginning's of the Genuine
Grand's to com. MOTHER- not just the one whom gives us birth definitely the one whom has
those moments of - Magnaminity, Authority, Notability, Pregnancy, Repute Size, not at all the
least that sternness of Superiority. What better words of compound describe's the Great-
Grand-Mother "THE MOTHER OF PEARL'S"... Respect for the Sun that rises and shines in me
also for all those rainy times too... Ready with her teaching's about LIFE-LOVE's us dearly
even when we think we know a better way! "Tough love given; once understood accept's it
with all appreciation of admiration of reason for lesson's learned. Guess what --Love is in
the heart's of many. Even though it may not be said or showed to you the fact is Believe
this "PRAISE" IS DUE TO ALL MATRIARCH's for their pure love of teaching. ALL PEARL'S ARE
A GEM - GEM'S ARE CHERISHED: The Mother-of-Pearl's are cherished in the least this
magnanimous matriach of a woman must be given her endearment of
eminence...........
Form:
In life we all must go through something.
An what we endure determines who we are & will be.
I've made so many mistakes.
But, there are no mistakes if I learned & took heed.
Who am I? I've question this a million times!
Seeking the truth for my purpose...knowing I'm not worthless...like the sun I must shine!
Doubt can cause irrational & regrettable decisions.
Like driving in the rain & the dew can fog your vision.
Who am I?...Who am I?
I'm the individual that's going to make something out of nothing!
A individual that embraces challenge, while the others be running!
Who am I?...Who am I?
I'm a brother that understands: no don't mean no, it just mean not right now!
An in order to get the right thing, you have to do the right thing:
Because tomorrow starts now!
I love my people because in essence I love me!
An the 1st rule of loving me? Is loving those that look like me!
Full lips, a million shades, & coarse hair.
Black Kings & Queens: call us Africa because Kunta Kinte came from there!
Who am I?...Who am I?
I'm just me!
Form:
Following My African Princess
(YOUR MOTHER'S BLOOD)
Your's is the perfect love I knew I'd fall into.
Love out of Africa, the midnight deep of you.
I can feel your heartbeat like you're part of me.
I can feel your heartbeat in me.
You took me up the Nile, as love can only do.
Up to your Africa, the Motherland of you.
I can feel your breathing like you're part of me.
I can feel your breathing in me.
I can feel you breathing in me.
I've wondered how could such love ever be.
It's the King of Africa you've made of me.
It's your Mother's Blood of ten thousand tears.
It's your Mother's Blood of ten thousand years.
Your's is the perfect love I knew I'd fall into.
Love out of Africa, the pain, the hurt of you.
I can feel your cryingt like you're part of me.
I can feel your crying in me.
It's your Mother's blood in you.
It's your Mother's blood in you.
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