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Musical Therapy

Everything I'm going through is too much to deal with

So somehow I have to get rid of the pain I endure

That's when I put on my earphones

Then turn on my therapy

Turn the dial to the max

So that I hear nothing else around me

I block out the world and all that inhabits it

As my way of musical therapy 

I let the tunes play...

The bass is my mental penicillin

Boom...boom...kat...Boom...boom...kat

Emotional healing through...boom..boom...kat

I try to relieve the pain through...boom...boom...kat

But the pain just remain a strain from...boom...boom...kat

The melody massages my brain

While I am going insane

The thoughts always still remain

But the music keeps me tamed

The world sits on my shoulders

It's getting colder and colder

Becoming more as I'm older

Reality of it is bolder

Responsibility is physical and spiritual

Religiously, I listen to the tunes as therapy

Turned to the max, so I hear nothing else around me

My only way of having a musical therapy

My healing goes...

One tear, two tears, three tears, four...

In the process to clear my mind and keep me restored

Five tears, six tears, seven tears, eight...

I use my musical therapy as my worldly escape!

Copyright © Chiquita Chance | Year Posted 2007



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Katrina

Levees broke; Homes were broken, Stores broken into,

Survival of the fittest, trying to live another day...what else could they do?

Spirits broke, Hearts were broken, People broken in-two

Memories demolished, Lives abolished, not to mention no food!

Political figures on TV putting in there two cents on the news

After days of waiting and despair, here comes Bush with his TV crews

Here they are going through aguish, misery, gloom and depression

On top of that they have to endure the pain caused by their presidents rejection

Its a shame how they were bamboozled, and had no detection

Maybe now they know that a con artist has won the elections

Police couldn't even answer any questions, or give out suggestions

We may be the richest country in the world, but we will never reach perfection

The waters were troubled when it came to that of Ms. Katrina

We were warned about her, but that didn't make us believers

Yea hope was lost but lets build it up, to help the citizens of New Orleans

It's our duty to fight, not just for what right, but for everything in between

Fight for justice, fight for pain, fight for those who lives were lost

These people should not be ignored; it's not up to them to pay the cost

Crying, weeping, mourning, and pain

No compassion felt from authority when the citizens complained,

You would think somebody would have stepped up their game,

But they only put the state of Louisiana to shame.

Yea there were some that called the shots, but did they really remain?

Everyone wants to take the credit, but no one wants to explain

It's insane I tell you, a shame what these citizens had to face

Treated like slaves, social discrimination, don't tell me racism wasn't a case

Don't tell me that we had other business to tend to regarding the war, when the 
needs at home weren't met

Don't tell me our Secretary would rather shop for shoes, when theres 
responsibility she needs to accept

Dont tell me that citizens were looting when police were also suspects

People...face-to-face with death, breaking painful sweat, not trying to be 
distressed, can't help but to be upset, because theres...aguish...misery...gloom 
and depression

Enduring the pain caused by their presidents rejection

Couldnt get any answers or suggestions to questions

But they had detection that a fraud won the elections

Again we may be the richest country in the world but we will never reach 
perfection

Copyright © Chiquita Chance | Year Posted 2007

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Deceitful World

Worries…pain…emotional strain…
Thought I would succeed but have nothing to gain
Feeling so alone, facing the world on my own
Everything is all wrong when you’re...f u l l g r o w n…
My childhood passes me by…
…I rely…on skipping life and going right back in time
‘Cause time flies…
And blue skies are just God’s eyes in disguise… 
I can’t live…in a world built on fictional lies!
Love’s tied…into trust...if only I can give it all up
But these heavy burdens tend to way me down..
And so I sit here...trembling in fear..
Afraid of what the world has next to come for me
Lying in agony, a burst of anger rises...
Because of this deceitful world,
Not even terrorism come as surprises.. 
Racial slurs, and political disguises..
Let me tell you lies come in all colors, shapes and sizes...
It’s a shame how we let the world defeat us with deceit but
We’ll never know it’s happening…
Because that’s what were lacking in,
And that’s what they’re attacking…
They’re attacking our minds
If you haven’t noticed yet but these are the times
Not the times that we wished for
But the times of war, times for you to be hardcore…
Not in the world, but with Lord and nothing more
Why is our vision impaired…but it seems that no one really cares??
He said we got the VICTORY, but no one is claiming it’s theirs
We need to rekindle that fire, only God will take us higher
Yea I may be preacher to the choir 
But look our lives are hanging by a wire
Our lives are hanging by a limb…
It’s only His desire, for us to go preach the gospel
When the day comes, he’ll look at us and admire
But as for now, God is uninspired…
By our actions by far, instead of asking Him,
We’re wishing on a star, which totally bizarre
Because we are a peculiar people, 
Can we say “pageantry”??
This form of fashion is not who we are…
Let’s go back to those days where church was about getting saved,
Not played, or tricked into someone else get paid,
It’s been like that for decades but some how it started to fade
Don’t you feel like God is been betrayed?? 
Although he forgives us for the mistakes we’ve made, we turn around
And seek man to come to aide, when God is our healer 
Emotionally, physically, and spiritually saves
And He himself said, that we we’re fearfully and wonderfully made…

Copyright © Chiquita Chance | Year Posted 2007


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