Life away from the City....

I have been reminded of what it is like to experience country life
Raw, and uncut, real true living minus the over rated hype.
To be able to just sit outside with a nice visual of the space that you got
No one complaining all damn day about it being too hot
Watching the animals run around, with not too many worries
Listening to the old folk tell about 307 different stories (most of them are the same stories he/ she told the day before)
Building a fire in the front yard, just to keep the bugs from ruining the party
If you have some food, at least 4 people, some music, and alcohol, then you have a successful party
Women sitting outside,(IN THE FRONT YARD) WITHOUT the worries of putting their hair on or in
Everyone damn near knows everyone, even if not, we are waving at the cars driving in
Not really giving a damn about who has more than the other
What I got, you got, we are all just like sisters and brothers..
Taking a hoe bath is like a daily thing, especially if you know you are not done with the day
You may either have to go back out to do more work, or maybe just go back out to play
NOW, most just may be a little behind on life, and some even out of touch with reality
Well for the city folk, that is just a formality.
Respect is a given, or there is an object to the head, coming flying through the air.
I dare a child to talk back to a grown-up,  oooohhhhh what a cross he/she will bare
Country living, some can do it, some will not, as for me, there is nothing more pure
Will I move back to the country, hands down, I would for sure….

"xpressurself"

I Would Have Been Just Fine

why did you come that day, i think i still would have been OK
minding my own business, chilling and drinking, no mood to play
was not interested in anyone in the place, didn't give a phuck about getting laid
just wanted to listen to the music that was playing, otherwise at home i would have stayed
ssssshhhhiiiiitttttt, i would have been alright just looking
i would have been just fine
i go to certain spots just for the music, but to get hitched and laid, i never waste my time
but hey, this is a day and the life of a nigga that gets exactly what he ask for
i remember praying for something specific, and my father in heaven, he gives me this and  more
standing up, rocking a bit to the groove that was surrounding the place
trying my damndest not to pay attention to the distraction that was in my face
yea i would have been OK just looking
i would have been just fine
but i did not take into account an attraction that was predestined, an attraction that was right on time.
i would have been OK, just looking... i would have been just fine....
before i was given a name or relation i walked in with you in my eye

Author Unknown......... Teach me to Speak****************************

The most powerful thing in the world, is the thing given to us by God himself, and it is the one thing that can lift us higher than the skies, and at the same time, destroys more things than a nuclear bomb has ever been capable of

One of the smaller members of the human body that can give us a sense of peace, fire of rage, or expression of joy and love.

The things that can range from one to plenty and could possibly mean the same thing

The giver of life, or the destroyer of life, the peace in the air, or the heartache despaired, the emotions in the songs we sing.

These things are words, and either written or spoken, the one thing that scares me, and the same thing that i have so many of that i have placed on mute

Afraid to express it, with the fear of being tested, because most of these words talk about the things i have gone through

Me writing this stuff is good for me, but what about those that need to hear this stuff; there may be someone at the edge of their peek

So I ask my father in Heaven to remove this fear of opening my mouth, for the sake of lifting others, would you please teach me to speak.....

For the longest time, i have been in Moses zone, making excuses why i should not open my mouth

People are being trapped in their little box, and are afraid to let themselves out.

Appearing to be strong, and they are only expressing a lie, and deep inside, they are actually weak

So I come to you in the name of Jesus, Lord please teach me to speak

So what if i have no one on my side as i express the truth,and/or opinions that reside in my heart

If i bomb the first time, so frig'n what, somewhere i have to start

Whether on a stage the size of a dog house, or in the middle of the street

Lord I am asking you for the desire of my heart, open my mouth, and please teach me to speak

There are women in my heart that stay on my mind that have been physically and mentally raped, physically, and verbally abused by these BITCH MADE NOTHING ASS NIGGAS

My dudes are angry and lost, dead men walking, because we had no liable father figure

it is time that they are able to put all that stuff down, give it all to you, and stand tall to their feet.... 

sometimes i feel like their only hope, but i need you Lord to teach me to speak

oh yea, i can make you laugh and stuff just to make you stop thinking about some things for a certain period of time

But that stuff always seem to come back, because it is still in their hearts, and WE are always looking for a sign

We have to fight Satan and ourselves, and it always seem that neither one of them can be beat

But only if I could just speak a word from you, and with that, Lord i need you to teach me to speak

The one thing that challenges me, are the thoughts of everything that i have inside, and all that i have written just be blown

I do not want to die with journals full of words, and be placed on a world stage, with salutation saying " Author unknown"

I only need a word from you God, so Father speak to my heart, allow me to decrease as you increase

And for the sake of those that need a word from  you, I only need you to teach me to speak..... 

"xpressurself"

The Death of a Sinner

He knew that time was coming, his mind and his heart was prepared

He was ready to do something, that only a few would have dared

He prayed for that moment, when his life mattered the most

That mirror he carried for the past 2 years, would soon carry his ghost

He laid down, tired… torn… weary… and scorned

Looking back over his life and realized, there will be many to mourn

Many things have been done to his spirit, to get him to this point

Actually happy about this day, he states “I’M UP OUT THIS JOINT”

His head lifts up, looking towards the sky, slowly going back, and back, and back

All of a sudden, everything is in slow motion, there was one person bracing, and the other was performing the act.

From the first sin, which was the time of his birth, to the day before his last mile

All of these things rushed in his mind, dang he had been in sin for a while

He never said goodbye to his homies, his family, his friends, nor anyone of utter importance

This was something he knew he had coming, and it was inevitable that he would be here with no utterance

His head finally felt something hit, but he had not yet been released to his destination

 Fear started to set in, and he was slightly paralyed, but this was his obligation

Why were there still thoughts being processed, I thought at impact this would all be done

Why aren’t I at my final destination, God and I should be one

Instead there was only a liner that has been peeled off and left behind

A part of him had been laid to rest,  then a part of him was carefully defined

You see, a man like this had done some things, and he figured this was the only way to make it right

This was the only way he knew to get out of that life,  and he did not put up a fight.

The Kingdom of God has won a new soul, washed and cleansed from his dirt and mess

He had accepted to be delivered, being washed by the blood of Christ, anyone that makes it that far is blessed

 There was a death to a sinner being performed to a man, right before my eyes

He came out of the water, refreshed, a new man, on a new path, for he had just been baptized....

"xpressurself"