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Tired of Me

am i all that you wanted
am i what you were askin for 
or am i just like last years christmas toys?
you're tired of me

i see a different side of you
after one problem we're though, we start over again
you're locked up and away from me
you go farther and farther away
you're tired of me

am i all that you wanted
am i what you were askin for
or am i just like last years christmas toys?
you're tired of me

you used to love me
now you doubt me
you used to trust me
now you fear me
you were just like me
now we're different. 
you dont understand me.  you dont even care!

am i all that you wanted 
am i what you were askin for 
or am i just like last years christmas toys?
you're tired of me

i see a different side or you
after one problem we're through.  we start over again
you're locked up and away from me
you go farther and farther away
you're tired of me

you're listenin to lies
and to my surprise. you believe the words they spit in your eyes.
what did i do, to get this from you?
you never even asked me if it was true!
why do you do this to me?

am i all that you wanted 
am i what you were askin for 
or am i just like last years christmas toys?
you're tired of me

i guess love doesnt live here anymore
im fallin and dont know what to do
im tired of the mess, but i dont wanna live without you!
what do you want me to do?
or is it true....
                         you're tired of me

you used to love me
now you doubt me
you used to trust me
now you fear me
you were just like me
now we're different
you dont understand me.  you dont even care!

am i all that you wanted
am i what you were askin for 
or am i just like last years christmas toys?
youre tired of me

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For You Mother

Taking this time to think rhetorically on all the things you’ve done for me.
Not going to make this a long-winded story, but appreciation is what is due on 
this day.
I won’t take more than two minutes of your time, so as the preacher says. . .
                                                                                                       Start my clock.
Thank you for encouraging me when no one else could even believe.
Thank you for being there for me when everyone else would simply leave.
Thank you for putting up with me when you really didn’t have to.
These are just a few of the reasons why I say thank you.

Thank you for your advice on things that I should do.
Thank you for being the example mother for me when it’s my turn too.
Thank you for trusting me and loving me in all my faults.
Thank you for doing what it took no matter the cost.

Thank you for taking the time to care about the things I do.
Thank you for just being there at the times I need you.
Thank you for the sacrifices you’ve made for me.
You know . . . not a lot of mothers would do these things.

Thank you for letting me go and learn things for myself.
Thank you for not denying me at times when I need help.
Thank you for encouraging me to do the best I can do.
I just pray that one day I can be a mother just like you.

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Crazy 'Bout Christ

people never could understand me.
heck.  i can't even understand myself.
some things i don't even try to understand.
some things i'd just accept.

me. . . many people would describe me with just one word.
one simple word called crazy.

they say i'm a bit harder to get along with.
or maybe it's just because i'm different.

no one ever could "get with it".
no one ever could understand what i represent.
and the ones that were supposed to rep. with me
somehow ended up a hypocrite.

but that's alright 'cause i don't mind rollin' solo.
and in the end, when Christ comes back
he'll know who was there to defend his name.
and the ones in the world playin' sin like a game will get played back.

it's almost like that saying "once you go black you never go back"
but for me it's:  "once you rollin' with Christ you never go back."
'Cause he keeps you safe from Satin's attacks.

it's so hard to explain these things that i'm saying
but when it comes to Christ i just ain't playin

yeah. . . many people would describe me with just one word.
many times i don't even try to understand 
and this, i could even accept.
i just can't help it if i'm crazy about Christ.

he's the one that's been there for me when no one else can be.
and he's the one who cares for me when everyone else leaves.
so the fact of the matter is. . .
he's the only one i need.

so you can try to break me down with your words but they don't even matter.
you can call me crazy or use other words to describe me
but i don't give your words another thought.
you're not my savior.
Christ's the one that paid the cost.

i'm his child.
he's the only one i aim to please.
and I'll do it all my life
even if i do look crazy.

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We Lay Here

words unspoken, but not needed be said.
our eyes speak loud enough for the words kept instead.
love is here, and our love is shared.
silently loved... we lay here.

not wanting the time to past, but simply asking the moment to last...
forever.
stay with me forever.
with my hands i caress you...
gently i hold you... like a baby.
you are my baby.

dont walk away from me...
dont leave the scene of this paradise...
this heaven... 
let's live like this eternally.
our love is here, and our love is shared.
silently loved...  We lay here.

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Unexpected Love

i never thought this could be.
wanting someone i thought wasn't meant for me.
hmmm... beautiful as can be.
never to kow that they were my fantasy.
i'd voice my feelings but dare not to.
for fear  of what may be my outcome due.
nope. . . i'll just keep it to myself
in hiding hope that it'll go away or i'll need help.
why would something like this have to happen to me?
why couldn't this just be a story told to me?
i'd rather it be so, cause my heart hurts.
i see him day to day acknowledged by the term "grandmother".
when  all the while i really wish he were my lover.
but i guess this is how it has to be...
                          cause unexpected love has fallen on me.

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You Live My Testimony

My love is strong.
I use you though the many things you've done wrong.
The road was long but the past is gone and now you have a new song.
A new page to flip;
A new chapter to write;
A new part on this big script.
Satan may try to tempt you as tainted but don't you listen to his games because 
your life
will be my testimony too.
And now the new words you'll speak and the lives you'll renew will bring glory to 
me and
my son who was slew.
Though I warn you, in this new page your company will be few
People may not get you but they'll run later coming to you with their issues
They'll see how you've overcame and then you'll tell 'em bout me and your life will 
then
be shown my testimony. . . 
                                                     You live my testimony.

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In the Hands of the Man

I’m going to the promise land
To see the face of someone grand
Who holds the world in his hands
In the hands of the man

Don’t cry no more because I smile
We’ll meet again after a while
You’ll find me on my knees and hands
Singing praises to the man

It won’t be long ‘til that day comes
When the man lifts from his mighty throne
And comes to earth to claim his men
In the hands of the man

I bid farewell but just for now
And know my love lasts far past now
Continue until we meet again. . . 
In the hands of the man

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Freedom

Freedom. . .
My definition would be
No “masa”, no bondage . . . no chains
Free to be who you want to be because of the choice he [God] gave
Knowing that there’s no weights on your back
Oh no
Nothing’s going to hold you
Not even Satin’s attacks
Uh huh
You’re blameless now
‘Cause you’ve shown yourself crystal clear
Have nothing to fear
‘Cause you’ve confessed
And when it’s done. . .
Christ is faithful to forgive us
It’s alright now
‘Cause when Christ forgives no one can hold it against us
And now the chains been loosed
The bondage is gone
You have. . .
                    Freedom

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Dirty Feet

Dirty feet from this land
Dirty feet from walking in the sand
Dirty feet from the struggles of my sisters and brothers
and the wetness from the tears of all these strong black mothers

Dirty feet from the mud and mortar of the slave men
Dirty feet from the work of Adam and Eve's sin
Dirty feet from Samson's fall to the dame named Delilah
These strong men fall down when we suppose to go higher and higher

Our people have this history of dirty feet
But learn from it why live in it?
We have a choice and have to fight
so fight to win it
I'm not going back to where my people come from
I wash my dirty feet and stand on my own.

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Black Man

Black man, black man.
Tall, strong, and so grand.
No one could compare to this man.
Black man, black man.

You big black man.
Baddest in all the land.
Ace Boon Coon of all your land.
Respected by all men.

Black man, black man.
Men shiver at the sound of your name.
Your voice booms with the sound of one who reigns.
Black man, black man.

Who is this black man?
Known to all in this land.
Named for greatness and called to stand.
Black man, black man.