SCARED OF YOU AS YOU OF US
So you say that
there are no good men,
and men have it easy.
Well, by being a man,
Your words do not please me.
See I have tried to love,
my black women.
GOD knows I’ve done the best I can.
No matter how hard I try,
From you, I’m still not called a man.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s me or not
that is causing this horrible sin,
For I’m thrown in the pot,
the pot of all “NO GOOD MEN.”
I’m a man that loved my woman!
I provided, protected, and brought real love from within.
(Listen) I neglected my own self,
to give and do my responsibilities as a man.
However, do I get the respect that I deserve?
(Tell me) What is a woman’s job to a man?
Should I run to your every beckon call?
Just to be considered in the picking of a man?
Well, women today don’t or can’t cook,
They can’t clean a house from within.
They only see me as a benefit,
To get the things they want and attend.
You use your sex as a form of control,
To manipulate and have things your way.
You scheme and plot on my giving heart,
These are the type of women of today.
Either you can do everything a man can,
Or you use several men to accomplish your needs.
Oh, and your favorite words
“You can’t tell me what to do,”
This is the attitude you feed.
GOD made me head, to provide and protect for you,
But how can I be that man, If you don’t allow?
Sometimes the problem is not me, it’s you,
If you would listen, I can show you how.
I can be the man made only for you,
But you’d rather down and hurt me,
You keep grudges, never build me up
So you are the one that taught me.
Never trust a woman,
A good woman, you’ll never find.
They are never faithful,
You made this cold heart of mine.
So you say there are no good men,
I ask that you be quiet, before you start to fuss.
Cause the real men, we also have feelings,
We are scared of you as you are of us!
THROUGHOUT OUR TIME It was that time when I met you,GOD brought you forth to me.It was through time when I notice,God's gift you were indeed.For your love was just a mustard seed,That GOD planted inside my heart.For HE knew what HE was doing,HE knew that we will never part.Unfortunately, in order for me to see,I had to witness the sun and rain.It was nourishment for the planted seed,that rooted deep inside my veins.When I look around and see you still here,still standing throughout the storms!I've learned and now experienced,The love GOD have, to all who mourns.See, I've got something special,better than any diamond and will stand through time.GOD blessed me with a gift,
to live
everyday of my life as if its Valentine.
WHAT DOES IT MATTER
What does it matter
if I am white or black
nor if our language
isn't
the same when we chat?
What does it matter
if I have my own sense
of style
a person's hair or what
they like to wear
shouldn't make one
hostile.
What does it matter
if I am rich or poor
and by being poor
funny looks I have to
endure?
What does
matter
is that we all were
created
our bodies is just a
shell
our spirits are
related.
So what does it matter?
I SEE YOU SATAN
As I stand alone
and walk through life,
I am blind though I can
see
only through my senses.
Its not until I grab my
glasses (glasses represents Bible) ,
then turn each page
mostly in black and white,
but some in red and
white,
Ooh... now I can see
and I can see you!
Ooh.. I thought you
were so big!
Yet, you're so small
and very slick.
Woe to the one's who
lost their glasses,
or have them and just
will not wear them.
They are lost as if a
sheep without a shepherd
and cannot find their
way home.
So I must keep and wear
mine like I often do.
Its not because I'm
blind.
Its so I can see you!
UNTIL YOU KNOW ME
Until
you know about sacrificing
all of your wants for your needs.
Until you know about loving a child
later finding its not your seed.
Until you know about going
to the Goodwill to shop for clothes
Until you know about the woman you loved
brought you unfaithful woes.
Until you know about being
with someone who's not in love.
Until you know about being married twice,
something your not proud of.
Until you know about writing late at night,
until your thoughts bring you in tears.
Until you know about hiding
your pain and all of your fears.
Until you know about being a man
in today's society.
Until you know about
struggling day to day to make the ends meet.
Until you know about women
negative comments bringing more stress.
Until you know about women thinking
all men want only is sex?
Until you understand the things
and all that I'm going through.
You can't possibly know,
Until you know me.
JOURNEY BEGAN
Tis a new season
and new a chapter
cause after the
marriage
its the morning after.
GOD has done a lot
within in my life.
I've made some mistakes
in choosing a wife.
But time goes on
and seasons do change.
For nothing in this
world
will remain the same.
We met without knowing
that our paths may
cross.
God mixed the
seasonings
into making this sauce.
A pinch of care
so we won't get sick
poured in forgiving and
love
to make our sauce
thick.
And now our journey
will be placed over
heat
Going thru the fire
of marriage is so
sweet.
The heat has caused
God's seasonings to
blend
Becoming as one
The journey began....
MY LORD, MY JESUS
Many do not acknowledge you,
For their reasons I don’t know why?
For some still are crucifying you,
Denying that you even died.
Some take your name in vain,
Some say you do not exist.
For this reason I write these words,
For your cheek, I seek to kiss.
My Lord, My Jesus….
See my GOD spoke of lamb,
That would soon carry away all sins.
For this reason every knee shall bow,
You took the burdens for all men.
There is no man that my GOD shows favor,
For you are the one who prepared a place.
And for people who don’t believe,
It’s a shame, a down right disgrace.
My Lord, My Jesus….
There are some that say your name is not Jesus,
Some say your name are others.
Well Lord, I really don’t know,
For I’m not a history scholar.
But what I do know is when I call on your name,
Anytime that I am in need.
That it’s your name that I have called,
That resolves the problem I plead!
My Lord, My Jesus….
I’m not here to knock others,
On what they say or their beliefs.
But I’m here as a soldier,
To stand for my Lord, and for peace.
For my Lord had done nothing to no one,
But gave love to us all.
And one day, it will be your time,
In your sick bed you will call:
My Lord, My Jesus…..My Lord, My Jesus….
My Lord, My Jesus!
I CAN’T PROMISE
I can’t promise
I won’t ever make you
mad
I can’t promise
There won’t be times
when you will feel sad
I can’t promise
That you won’t feel
hurt nor feel stress
Like I can’t promise
That I am perfect, when
at times I am a mess
I can’t promise
That our life will be
so easy
I can’t promise
That everything you do
will please me
I can’t promise
That I will always make
you smile
Like I can’t promise
I won’t ever stop
loving my child
But through it all
After all of the things
that I can’t promise
Love is still here
Even though, I still
can’t promise…
