If you were to die by your own hand
Nothing would be right in or around my land...
Hush now, wipe your eyes
and ill sing to you a laullaby...
You knew what it felt like, you knew the pain
Of never being able to see your mother again...
I found this poem that I wrote a long time ago...
So I actually did it...
Africans, my people;
I have heard your call,wailing and weeping...
Darkness surrounds the stars at midnight.
Shadows are cast over the earth from moonlight...
She wraps me in her cold embrace,
placing a kiss upon my lips so soft...
Thirty-One Days
Innocent...
If I pulled the trigger,
Would you care...
As I lay in my bed all cozy and warm
Branches hit the window from the treacherous storm...
Whose that girl,
That I see...
She has her best friend, its all she needs,
To get through this mess, will she finish her...