Though we com through di channel
heartbeat before we enta
we are no bi alone
no , no , no , no , no , we are no bi alone
we com from
heavenly places.
we are no bi alone, we get jesus
awa papa god don been wit we always always always
hallelujahBa ba ba ahh ah
Ba ba ba ahhh ahh, beautiful, beloved
Your love is amazing
You your love dey shack me
I love you, I love you
I dey love you
Your love is amazing.
Your love dey shack me.
They shack me. I love you
I dey love you
I have "aaay" dey strong feelings
I be feeling strong, love, love, love
MO nife I love you boy sho' DO
I does, I DO
MO nife I love you
MO FE ba A D'ale
I want to grow old with you, ooh oooh
I want to grow old with you
HE ee-FEH
Mo nife re
Your love dey shack me
3/4/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Afrobeat Song
DeMille and Fielder, those we know,
and the sea-serpent, too, fo sho.
I think I'm going to extremes.
I have Cecils in my dreams.
"Izzie"
I know a quiet girl whose name is Izzie
Pays twenty dollars to get a little dizzy
Lately, she's busy smoking up on that boy
Poisoned capillaries we both can enjoy
She's been romanced in pitch black death
Sells her frail body that's powder fresh
Her blood jacked up for a little taste
Stabs a vein with her favorite toxic waste
Come on lil Izzie it's all you care to smoke
Don't worry this time, iffin y'all be broke
There's plenty more where that came from
Izzie baby, you & that boy sho enuf in love
Come see Daddy Kane any time baby
Now don't ya forget next time it'll be eighty
Midnight room filled in a junkie's worst kinda fears
Searching the floor hoping something appears
Combing the fibers of carpet for souvenirs
Just a mirage all your hopes disappear
Hush lil baby don't say a single word
Daddy Kane has got you a lil reward
The Punk Poe…
Always Be Punk…
Always Be Drunk…
(On Poetry)
He trundled his way up the three heavy steps
His mop of hair searching every direction
In the middle of the stage a brash spotlight
shone on a large drum kit
Behind a curtain dangled over a hand painted sign
The burgundy curtains partially
covering the letters making it look like alent sho
The boy now seated behind the kit dwarfed by its side.
He adjusted his seat slightly, closed his eyes and
took a breath
The crowds murmurs abruptly cut by some drunks
sloshed repartee -Hey.kid you, a belch breaking his sentence-forgot your sticks
With a tiiter of some of the onlookers
The young boy slowly opened his eyes
A tear slowly rolled down his pale cheeks
Swaying from his chin for a moment
before falling
It meandered along the cymbal's it’s tremor almost melodically before snapping upon the snare
Each tear falling in perfect formation
No beat missed a methodical beat
One after another
The silence of the audience
mesmerised by his music
He played with such sadness
The tears of those watching only adding to his symphony
Fast Talker
By: Miracle Man
6/3/2024
The goods being sold
never seemed to matter,
For her speech was “Faster
than small town chatter”.
An auctioneers voice
was her greatest asset,
and “she could talk the legs
off a chair” I bet.
“She speaks ten words a second,
with gusts to fifty”
But when it came to talent
she wuz sho nuf nifty.
The Secret Side of You
Vs.1) One thing makes me so proud
To know that I know how
You si…ghh when you say My name.
A treasure I hold tight
To know when you sleep tonight
You'll la.. ugh, oh you'll never change.
Chorus*
To know…the one I love
Like no...body else does
You sho…w me the real you,
And I lo….o…ove,
The secret side of you…
All the sweet things only lovers get to do,
Yess, I lo…ove, the secret side of you.
Vs 2) That look comes to your eyes
As if you try to memorize
Every li…ine, of my face.
That shock of lightning fire
That look of desire
I can almost feel your embrace.
Repeat Chorus*
Tag: yes, I lo…ove, the secret side of you.
All the sweet things only lovers get to do…
How I lo…ove, the secret side…of you.
Boy, one thing I know fa sho, we can tell a lot in life.
I can tell you mad
I can tell that ain’t gon fit
I can tell he be cheating
Girl, I can tell you ain’t cook that
I can tell that ain’t yo real hair
I can tell she bouta cry
I can tell he not feeling well
I can tell that’s not gon work
I can tell it’s a boy
Man, I can tell that ain’t no real Gucci
I can tell he lying
I can tell her butt fake
I can tell that car bouta break
I’m telling yall, I can tell she pregnant
I can tell that’s gon taste nasty
I can tell he ain’t no good
I can tell it’s bouta rain
Know what else I can tell, I can tell I’m amazing, lol
Oh, Miss Mantis
Oh so sublime
Why did you get me smiling like this?
Saturday night sho' blew my mind
Oh, Miss Mantis
Oh so unkind
Why are you killing me like this?
It's another Saturday night but you say you
have no time
Sit-ups, planks, and crunches
My push-ups done in bunches
Deep heavy squats from the rack
Deadlifts are good for my back
Just pumping up my biceps
And cutting up my triceps
I'm sweating harder each day
So I look sharp when I play
Big Deal
Own it , control it
Don't hold it
Hold it all in
You were meant to win ??
Life throws all kinds of challenges
Know that you can manage
Manage
Take control
Don't fold
Just hold
Hold on
It's coming
All that you ask for
So much in store
You will get
Don't live life with regrets
Do what you feel
You are a big deal
Big Deal
Big Goals
God plans
He's in control
(Repeat 1x)
Stand on what's right
Don't get blinded
Lose your sight
Get a new pair of lense
That's where the faith begins
Faith is believing in the unbelievable
Achieving the unachievable
It's real
With God
We leveled up such a big deal
His blessings for you are sealed
Ready to be open
Constant praise and devotion
No body has to understand
You see God said when others doubted you couldn't
He would show you that you can !!!
Big Deal
Big Goals
God plans
He's in control
(Repeat 1x)
I'm a big deal
That I know
Standing on it for sho
(,Repeat 1×)
Big Deal
Big Goals
God plans
He's in control
(Repeat 1x)
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by Concetta Hardnett
09/16/2023
Death Of The Old Cowboy On The Lonesome Range
Ravenous wolf pack, ripping and tearing
red-stain bloody meat from his dead horse flank
much better the dead horse than me he thought
as he looked up at hot sun glaring.
Dreaming now, his beautiful gal holding tight
aching head laid in her luxurious lap
mused what sorry cowboy sight this is
an old cowboy sho gonna die tonight.
Then waking again, he was fine alright
that June morn was sure so fine to behold
again that pretty gal rushed to him
saying, dear cowboy ain't you such good sight.
Sleep, a gentler sleep all he would need.
Asleep he fell and then to death he bleeds.
Robert J. Lindley, sonnet
April 2nd, 1971
Note- This has been written after my watching
the cowboy save the pretty girl, but then he died
from fighting of Apache braves for two days.
His guns empty, his heart and dreams took over
to ease him beyond the deep purple veil.
Yes, Growing A Fine Ole Southern Garden
In the garden strawberries are dancing about so red
Momma's cantaloupes laying there just waiting to be ate
Over there luscious red roses resting in fertilized bed
Them thar fine butterbeans are sho' nuff blooming out too late
And that bright yellow corn this year is gonna yield a lot
Sister's radishes, man what a fine and most tasty treat
Watermelons over there looking great in the corner plot
Those orange colored carrots sho' gonna be good to eat
There growing gleaming dark green onions that will taste so fine
Grandpa's chick peas in long rows sho-nuff need to be gotten
Momma's own cabbages made a bumper crop so tasty to dine
Alas! Those tomatoes, the entire lot are all rotten.
Well friends, another down home well grown garden growing fine.
We do things alright here just below the Mississippi line.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
March 23 1971
A police officer,Inspector Ahmed Twumasi,has been arrested for allegedly shooting and killing his girlfriend in Kumasi in the Ashanti Region.The police Inspector is also a member of the Ashanti regional police command’s Special Weapons and Tactics(SWAT)unit.He allegedly shot his girlfriend(side chick)five times according to police sources over cheating which is closely associated with the deceased.Zafar do you remember SHO tallat double magazine Five Bullets?Supari killer kanjar bay gerat harami encounter karay ga)(Down galeez shaks).
happy new year,highly disappointed but still hopeful,i returned home and thought-go online sho nuff a local restaurant said, yeah we still got some; delighted I swooped down to the joint and they rationed me out a small order I said baby please! can I have at least two she replied no can do-YOU SEE THAT LINE ALL AROUND THE CORNER,THEY WANT SOME TOO AND THIS IS MY LAST POT,shucks what can I do already cooked the greens,potatoe salad and black eye peas,HAPPY NEW YEAR homey be happy and sing I got me some chitterlings!
A beaver and a bandicoot,
After playing squash one day,
Were sipping cappuccinos
At a quaint outdoor café.
"Ah, thish ish sho like Parish",
Lisped the beaver with a sigh.
"And I," remarked the bandicoot,
"am 'minded of Mumbai,
And Rome, and Barcelona,
And so many other places."
The beaver merely sat there
Being quiet and making faces.
"What's the matter, chum?" asked bandicoot,
His voice as soft as flannel,
"I thought you tripped as much as I.
Don't you watch the Travel Channel?"
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