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There are too many people walking around every single day
And if you ask them who they are most don't know what to say
You need to know who you are and how you came to be
And if you are a child of God you are royalty
We are all descendants of the most high God
children of the King
But if you don't have a relationship with Him
That concept doesn't mean a thing
But God says we're all royalty so we need to comprehend
That it's not our culture, it's not our race it's being creations of Him
Now the enemy is on the prowl working day and night
Trying to deter our youth from acknowledging God's light
Too much social media with Twitter, Facebook and Skype
So caught up in their Cel phones and every technological hype
But God looks at our hearts, He discerns what's inside
He's not concerned about hair color, tattoos or exposed backsides
God says we're royalty, He says we're His chosen offspring
And He called a young David to come forth and do a new thing
Now David was not a fighter he was a tender of sheep
But God can flip the script and with faith make you take the leap
God can use anyone when it comes to accomplishing His goals
He can call on the most unlikely person
and infuse him with power and control
God says we're royalty with power, majesty and might
He will bless and anoint us with grace, mercy and light
God says we're royalty and when He calls us to serve
Don't second guess His actions this appointment you deserve
To be a vessel that God will use, a means to an anointed end
To change the course of history to benefit all men
Now David was to battle but not King Saul's way
David had a god-given talent to be put on display
David was a projectile warrior a master of the slingshot
So he picked up 5 smooth stones and proceeded towards his lot
Only one stone was needed to take Golieth down
It hit that giant in the forehead
and immediately knocked him to the ground
David's actions changed the course of history
It also came to affect his entire family
Eventually David became a king
and because of his faith and behavior
His descendants became the line that produced
Jesus the Christ Our Savior
And like David I know who I am
And from Whom I came to be
And like David I'm a child of God
And God says I'm royalty
durning a Congraulation ceromony
a guy dressed in tights and glittring
robe, came out complaining about
doing all the chres, while
the others had more
time to be with their women,
he wanted to share time with
his woman. He feared she'd write him off.
we heard his graveling voice
telling her stay1 stay! stand in my
corner! do it damn-it!
shut up and do it!
i am one of the great one's,
i deserve some respect!
Shut up and stay in
my corner!
OOh, ooh, Ooh!
the night vision drops
and I need some loving
how can i if these lazaheifias
keep squatting and doing nothing!
got me working day and night
need more time to freshin up
can't stay fresh!
I can't stay fresh!
Show me some love huh!
Show me some respect!
Take me as I am,
or have knowthing at all!
let me be the one
you know!
you Know!
Aint know woman like
the one i got!
just stay in my Corner!
Shut up and do it!
it's ah wonderful world
man it's some kinda
wonderful.
when i see the end
of the day
i say it's ah wonderful world!
Ah long days night
:but before I let go.
i wanna tell you something
love soft as an easychair
you know,
the easychair the
one you say
now that i've found you,
you understand Mr. Camera man
ah!
ah!
ave maria!
gonna stick cling
and make love with you!
Play the music man!
Play the music
just shut up and Do it!
aint nobody dope as me
i'm so fresh and clean
let me see that thong1
I need some loving man!
I need some lovin!
I don't know much
one thing I
do know
is i love you!
i do
I do
i really
really do!
you are my freind
you my ghetto woman!
shelaya ,
la, la, la
means i Love you
i wanna hold your hand!
it's been such
along time
i still love you
guess I
always will!
you've gone
and made me such a fool
i don't wanna be a fool!
no never again!
cause i am a real
american!
American Woman
get away from me!
Sike!
Come Back and
love Me again!
I was the one who adored you!Stay in my Corner Babe!
Ohh, ooh< ooh, Ooh!
you know I'm married
where did we do that at!
like it!
like it!
like it!
Aint no woman like
the one i got!
Lavender id purple
and bamboo is
green
come woman
be the star of my team!
the delicate balance
of doin it right
the passionate man is me
baby thats outta sight
We are the children of time
That big round clock
Arms like arrows
Not a minute to be wasted
In this precious cycle
Of ambition
We succeed
While hearts bleed
Yet we go on and on.
Growing up isn't tough
Mature before puberty
Nature versus nurture
A mind like ours is never a child
We are born fighters
Running full speed
Living the modern life 24*7.
Childhood was no fairytale
Education only for the male
Running the household
Responsibility of the female.
Every mark mattered
Couldn't afford to fail
We had dreams to go to Yale
Lopsided economies of scale.
Never heard a nursery rhyme
Anything but calculus was a crime
Professors of arts and humanities
Never earned a dime.
Peter Pan a fantasy
Charlie's chocolates a forbidden ecstacy
Mowgli a triviality
Winnie the Pooh served no practicality.
Industrious (child) laborers like us
Live in a world of reality
Where domestic violence is a commonality
Amidst high infant mortality.
Basic necessities are scarce
All the money gobbled up
By the fatty Babu's of
Our royal municipality.
Nasty neighborhood to live in
Mass murders ain't a confidentiality
Mafia's rewarded for their masculinity
No individuality
Fear of homosexuality.
Dreaming dreams do no harm
Waking up punched in the stomach
Not aided by an alarm
Learning to shoot a gun before ABC
My basti had no dearth of firearm
Attracting pity is our only charm.
Working day and night
50 rupees a month
One meal a day
Is our only right
Reading by the moonlight
Whenever free
If caught dozing off
Whipped brutally by the underdog
A terrible affright
No FIRs for our measly plight
To get out of that clumsy area
Is a dream a come true
But every Chotu
Doesn't have a happy ending.
When you are but a mule
A tiny part of a big racket
Any wrong move
And you are smashed like a bee
Slammed like a fist
Held in a cage
Anything but flying free.
Gaining independence is rare
Thinking of freedom a dare
Every chaiwala ain't no
Slumdog millionaire.
Ya'll know the story.
All the women who helped make the blanket all be came pregnant
all except for the guy's wife who originally wish to be pregnant.
The guys father came to him and told him
he should look to the market for some financial stability
maybe that would calm her nerves against financial instability.
He looked to him and laughed.
Well March of the following year a fella came to
the guy needing help. He had sps ankle and his wheat
needed ah-thrashing: he was under contract
and the bread company in town needed the bread before
the first week in March in order to meet the easter flour season.
The fella told the guy he could stay at his place for three to four days
with his wife and they could do the work together. It was only five days of work but he needed the help to comply with his contract. He would pay the two
Twenty gold coins and when the money from the Wheat company came:
he would pay them a greater sum!
Well they made a deal and they were off to thrash the wheat. They finished the work in four days
working day and night. When they came back home they were tired and happy to be home.
They made a night of there first day home and went to sleep.
Weeks went by and in Mid March the guy with the broken ankle came by to pay them. He gave them the check and the golden coins. The wife offered him some tea, he accepted and she went in the kitchen to retrieve it. The fellas were talking when the woman called out to her husband.
She said she needed help and felt light headed.
they took the woman to the hospital and found she was pregnant.
They were so excited that they would be parents by Christmas!
When they got back people from all around
came by to wish them luck.
Op.39 #15
Johann Brahmns
Memories go back to my vanished youth,
And I reminisce clearly my master’s beautiful farmhouse.
With its granaries full of corn and wheat.
He was once a zealous farmer working day and night,
With me- as his inseparable companion.
We worked together in the corn fields till the fall of dusk.
With cock crow, my master would wake up,
Do his morning ablutions, get ready and proceed
To his field in springing steps,
With me clinging heavily onto his shoulders.
The land was ploughed, the seeds were sown.
My sharp blade made furrows in the soil.
Though my master’s hands with toil were torn
And my blade got blunt many a time,
Never were we inclined to take rest,
But kept working on end till the harvest was done.
Even when the summer sun was blazing above us,
With the air pulsing with waves of heat,
We worked hard, both of us finding joy in relentless toil.
Those were days of sweet contentment.
It was long ago, those days have quickly gone.
Now I have grown old and with me my master too.
Rusted and abandoned, I am tucked away,
In the old farmhouse, the sad reminder of a glorious past.
There, on a cracked wall, I am hung limp in dreamless sleep!
Now the old farm door on its rusted hinges creaks
The wicker gate around the farm is falling to decay.
The gravel path, with brambles and weeds overgrown.
Rodents and snakes roam freely among the thickets.
My master is now like his abandoned farmhouse.
A rotting engine not overhauled and can’t be put to use.
He has withdrawn to a life of lethargy,
With trains of memories haunting his days!
The sky changed colors from bright blue to gray..
A nation stood in silence, in shock that September day..
So many loved ones lost, not to be found..
The world stood still as the towers fell to the ground..
A glimmer of hope for all to survive...
Yet, reality, the knowing, brought tears to the eyes..
So many heroes lost in a brave fight..
So many heroes working day and night..
So many fellow brothers working side by side..
So many of their own, lost, helping to save those trapped inside..
They gave their all, they served with dignity and pride..
The nation stood together each one comforting the other..
On this day, everyone was "A Brother"...
The terrorist thought our patriotism had died, gone astray..
They did not know the strength of the people in the Good Ole USA..
They wanted to take our freedom and more..
Little did they know together we stand united and would even up the score..
For all of the Unsung Heroes born on that day..
For all of those who died for our nation, to save..
To a nation where patriotism has come to life and now sings..
Let us not forget those who saved us, now flying on Angelic Wings..
May we keep them in our heart and soul forever to stay..
Never forgetting that Sepetember day..
Where heroes were born and in our hearts to forever stay..
Where the flag flies freely among the fallen angels bright ray..
One nation united, patriotic songs of the heart..
One nation united, never to part..
September 11th, always in our heart..
Never forgetting the day, our sky turned black, totally dark...
Form:
Working day and night for minimum wage,
Building rage because the feeling of being locked in a cage,
Dreaming of my time on stage.
I don't want this life forever!
Struggling to keep it together,
In a relationship that wont last a day past forever!
Hair on fleek, swag on 110,
soul on 0%, brain near the end.
Pass the Kush, I'm tired of living in the fallacies of this dry ass reality.
"Turn up, burn up"... This ain't me! I can't even look at my reflection in the mirror and not shatter it with disgrace. DISGRACE.
Thoughts. I have about 110, that wont see the day of light, just the pad and pen.
Lost in a whirlwind, this world wont protect me.
Equivalent to a shoal of piranhas eating my brain, which,
unanatomically drains my heart.
My heart, beating fast at thoughts of my past, sending fear to my future.
The obstruction of vision, causing the dread of the next moment. Content with two feet glued to the ground because anxiety of the next step could be turmoil.
Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc. Time is ticking, this is sickening!
My accomplishments, I have none, they're missing.
My peers, look at them!
Instagram famous, living life shameless.
But that ain't me.
I'm on a soul search, trying to break free.
Free of society withhold,
Free of material things and the stress and confusion it brings.
There's a storm in my soul, and I can't swim. The world won't save me!
Jah, Jah can you hear me? I need you to guide me through reality,
because sadly, I need you badly.
THE DREAMS
Surely, one day
We will have to get to our way
Forgetting the bad past
Hoping for the good future really fast.
Working day and night
Whether under a torch or a sunlight
Keep succeeding, oh my dear,
Keeping the things in the mind very clear.
Your nightmares should scare you
And the will be the one to dare you
But don't forget to think extreme
And feel accomplished after completion of your dream.
Everything gets changed by a positive hope
Every stream has a great scope
Until it's done,
You foolish, don't even think the battle has been won.
Start working hard
Or else become a security guard
You can do everything with your strong will
And soon the results will make you thrill.
Do the hard work now
So that you aren't embarrassed and have to bow
Try not quit
Just accept a bit.
Fix your hard goals
If you want to enjoy and eat a rice bowl
Take it up as a mission
Only one thing in your vision.
How fast goes away the time,
Now stop playing with the slime
Be brave but do not cry
Answer everyone who asks you why.
This is a very tough fight
But work hard if you want to be in the spotlight
So, try and give a start
Hope you all will become smart.
You should have its fear
You could even get your eyes filled with tear
Everything is very precious
And good future us auspicious.
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BUT IT'S MY CHOICE.
Papa, Mama.
They say marriage is a private affair.
Time without number, you've asked of my better half.
He's here today.
Look mama, he's king of my world.
Papa, do not look down upon him.
He's a deligently man.
Working day and night to ensure our decent future.
I love him papa.
He loves me too.
Every single day you've asked for grandchildren.
Mama, he's not a royalty I know.
But nobody was born with riches.
We'll strive together.
I'm certain we'll excell.
Give him a chance mama.
Listen to him.
Without fear of your retaliation.
I can say papa was not the way he's today.
He was a struggling lad.
Grandma told me.
That up and down you went.
Along the meanders you negotiated.
Papa, please accept him.
A hero is not judged by the number of calfs.
I know him better.
You'll be our judge soon after our wedding.
I'm ready papa.
Mama I'm ready to carry the burden.
If things wont work as you say.
But a great certainty I have.
You'll come to praise him.
I'm aging mama.
The world is on a transit.
I can't be stagnant forever.
Allow us to tie this knot.
Papa give us your blessings.
From his side we got.
Do not subject us to torture.
Do not disrupt what we've planned for years
Do not doubt my choice.
Do not be rigid
?@Kipngeno Robin.
Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk.
Mr. Nobody
A candle flickered upon a hearth newly hewn with stone,
in a cabin upon a mountaintop freshly laid with snow.
A smoky haze grazed the sky of wintry purple and gray.
Whilst two busy hands colored a lumber tan, stoked the flames and wished the lonely hours away.
All alone beneath the night, Oh how bittersweet!
Seemed all those hours spent hiding from humanity.
He labored and toiled, sat and read; but it seemed so futile because he had no little one to tuck into bed. No pleading eyes begging for a kiss, no soft eyes staring into his.
There he remained working day and night, doing nothing but listening for sounds of life.
And after one hundred years Mr. Nobody had died.
leaving his belongings there.
Till thieves came and whisked them away, but alas there was nothing of value anyway.
All alone on that mountaintop, there the cabin stood: Despite peeling paint and trampled rhododendron bush.
Waiting like a sentry guard, waiting patiently
To snare another guilty man and make him believe that a lonely life would be better than a dozen years of penitentiary.