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Letter To My Son

I know you're sick of the cussing and fussing, idle discussion, and running from Hell's suction.

Spending all day doing nothing but stressing.

Just know, every question turns into a lesson, manifested into a blessing.

And even though it's God testing, man, it's gonna be hard.

I know you been scarred and barred,

Changed and rearranged into something mentally deranged

Living off of pain. Just say a prayer every night, then hopefully tomorrow, you'll manage to wake up sane.
And when you do wake up, you'll have a better focus on your goal.

Filling the emptiness of a hole.
Writing scriptures on scrolls anointed to rescue lost souls.

Starting with yours first.

See it's the worst when you feel cursed on this scorched earth.
Struggling to stand firm on a shaky perch that's been rigged to falter from the first day of birth.

I know you're thinking, "If I'm destined to suffer the sins of my father, then why even bother?
How could I open the eyes of my sons and daughters
If it's meant for them to swim in the same dirty waters?"

The point of this letter is for you to remain diligent and resilient, please?

I need you to be willing to die, standing on your own two, while everyone else, is living on their knees.

I know it's hard to be optimistic when your cup is ALWAYS only halfway full.
You're going to be told to fix your own problems, but will be denied the resources and tools.

Don't stand for injustice of any kind
Don't even attempt to try it.

You're gonna want your voice to be heard,
But it won't be, until you riot.

There's a price that comes with being defiant.

You'll be treated as an outcast, a misfit,
A broken toy on Christmas.

You'll find yourself asking for an acknowledgement of your innocence,
BEFORE you're presumed guilty!

See, this justice system ain't blind,
It has 20/20 vision
Especially when it comes to seeing young black, red, and brown men put in prison.

Probationary supervision, parole, the bracelet,
We're put in this system swiftly.

It's more of us in the system now than there were slaves in 1850.

The funny thing is, in the streets, you might find yourself struggling to secure employment day after day.
But as soon as your ass gets locked up, you'll be given a job right away!

But don't ever embrace playing victim
No matter how much the devil tempts you
These jokers will accuse you of playing the race card
Knowing the whole deck is stacked against you!

As a matter of fact, let's do the MATH before you wind up in prison.

They're gonna MULTIPLY barriers, ADD endless obstacles, SUBTRACT you from your home,
Then your family will suffer LONG DIVISION!

It's gonna be frustrating and hard to understand, so at times you're going to find yourself over sitting in your sorrow
It's gonna be hard to look for a brighter day,
When you're never promised tomorrow.

Now at the same time, I expect you to take responsibility for your actions.
You're going to end up bringing a lot of on yourself,

Trying to find a shortcut to wealth.

Lack of initiative and self discipline,
will always be bad for your health.

But in this battle for your body and soul,
You need to be willing to go on a warpath.

Hopefully, God showers your soul with mercy,

Because this could end in a bloodbath.

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Thoughts of Her

Since the first day I met her, I saw my future in her eyes.
When I'm with her time stands still.  And on the other hand, it seems to fly.

Every day I think about her. And the electricity of when we touch.  Sometimes my emotions run wild, because of how I want her so much.

She lights fire to my soul, and puts wind to my sail.  If love is really blind, then I'd treat her body like braille.

I think about the times we share and the absolute joy that she brought me
I hold her and hug her in my dreams, wake up with empty arms and the experience of her spiritual essence in reality has taught me.

Sometimes I miss her voice, a beautiful song to caress my ears. I would settle for just being her tissue, and gladly wipe away all her tears.

I imagine running my fingers through her hair.  Every night I'll be her teddy bear.  When I ask her how her day was, I'm asking because I really care. 

I love rubbing all over her, and massaging her stress away.  The way her body responds to my touch
I realize how much I want and need her in every way.  

I will come for my baby, when the time is appropriate. 
We might be meant to be even if we don't know it yet.

I want to shower her with my love and bathe her in a sea of diamonds and pearls.

I would do anything just to see the smile of the most beautiful woman in the world

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Open Plea

Lord, please forgive me, but the devil constantly tempts me. You gave me a body full of life, but at times, my soul feels empty.

These demons are relentless. Life's a and a seductive temptress. Being evil is so easy, seven deadly sins for every instance.

I'm crying out, without a doubt. I feel so lost and out of control. And just when I thought I found a bridge to You, I realized how much pressure took its toll.

I come to You on bended knee, with nothing but humility and submission. And through dedication to prayer and meditation, I hope to understand Your decisions.

But only if it is Your Will, because I could never wish to possess Your wisdom. For I've already felt a small grain of Your wrath, as bright as a sea of Crimson.

Sometimes I feel like the walls are closing in, with the ceiling and the floor meeting. I done cried so hard for so many years I feel like my eyes are bleeding.

Dear God, please give me strength, before I do something drastic. Sometimes, I feel like a dead man walking. With the earth as my casket.

Now I don't mean to seem ungrateful, for the breath of life You've given me.

But I ask of You, Lord, deliver me from this evil, or take me out of my misery.

Dear Father, I understand I was blessed with gifts and talents, but I feel overwhelmed by dark curse.

If we were all born to die, then I must have been birthed in a hearse.

I'm stuck in a never-ending cycle, that I'm gonna ride until the wheels fall off.

I'm not asking you to play The Devil's Advocate. But could You please have these demons called off?

They say You're always on time, and you never give us more than we can handle. But I'm struggling, hanging off the edge of the watchtower, losing my grip, with the fire burning both ends of the candle.

Now, I know we're not supposed to question You. I don't mean for this to sound like an interrogation. But is this something like what happened with Job, when you decided to make a wager with Satan?

At the end of life, I'm trying to reach the upper room, if it was written. I didn't realize to get to the stairway to Heaven, I had to go through Hell's Kitchen.

You said, "Come to Me as you are." You know me better than anybody. I know you look out for fools and babies. So I wouldn't even feel foolish coming to you sitting on the potty.

This is me just washing out my spirit. And rinsing the dirt out of my soul. I got too much **** on my plate to be pinned under a toilet bowl.

I never doubted that You love me. And that You sent me here on a mission. But sometimes, I wish You would suspend free will. So it wouldn't have to be my decision.

But this is nothing you can google, or look up on YouTube, like "How to Build a Shelf." I just gotta keep in mind, that You gave me the tools, and I'm the only one that could fix myself.

If life is a card game, then I definitely came to win. I joined the CLUB as a DIAMOND in the rough. Let's call a SPADE a spade, only You know what's really in the HEARTS of men.
Amen