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my flesh 

is not 

a mess 

just because 

i wanna flex

i wanna sex 

i wanna love 

no

it's a mess 

'cause i guess 

whenever i do 

get a boo

yeah 

my dream 

come true 

oooo

i care 

if he grabs 

my hair 

in sin 

yeah 

before 

our marriage 

begin 

SO WHEN DID I BECOME THE WHEELCHAIR FAIRY?

God 

you may have given me breath 

but i did this to myself 

yeah 

taught people 

how to treat me

and then 

to hurt me deeply 

without a try 

and without 

a decent alibi 

or 

a good lie 

and when 

my so-called 

friend 

make me cry 

why 

do i 

always seem 

to dismiss 

my dreams 

and quiet 

my screams 

and let them 

off the hook 

and i just go 

write another book 

 

ANOTHER SINGLE TEAR

LORD

sometimes 

it seems 

that my dreams 

don't matter 

and so 

my heart beats 

and shatters 

while praying 

for the latter 

or 

my happily ever 

after

yeah 

with joy 

and laughter 

yeah 

before i die 

or 

cry 

another single tear 

on Earth 

yeah i want 

these words 

to be heard 

like bird 

worth the wait 

of

my fate 

or 

me 

standing 

in front of 

Heaven's gate 

inspired by my life Psalm 56:8. Luke 6:21

  

LADIES NIGHT OUT

MAN

my desires 

are on 

fire

yeah 

my dreams 

are 

screaming so loud 

that it is

 starting to 

cloud my judgment 

about what was 

and what wasn't 

BUT GOD

doesn't 

take it away 

yeah, 

no matter how much 

i pray 

my desire 

to perspire 

 stays 

like glaze 

on a cake 

but i 

can't even 

get a date 

let alone 

a mate 

AND I STILL CAN'T WALK...?

God 
why do u allow
your servant child's    

 feet 

not to smile 
and beat 
on the concrete 
for miles and miles 
yeah 
so many 
tests 
so many trails 
and i still 
have these 
wheels 
and this 
bumpy land 
with no man 
to hold my hand 
or 
my heart 
yeah so 
I'm beggin' 
for some 
new leggings 
or 
a fresh start 
yeah with all 
the breath 
that i have 
left
before my death 
yeah 
because 
master of love
i still can't walk?

A QUIET STORM PERFORMANCE ( DREADLOCKS 45)

 

RATED RX 45

i woke up alone

 again 

Lord, 

when will 

this pain

 end

 yeah, 

i don't wanna 

sin

but i can't 

pretend 

any longer 

yeah 

this desire 

is gettin' 

strong 

yeah 

wantin' 

to be

in a relationship 

is 

a total trip 

but boy oh boy 

how i  wanna slip 

and take 

yeah 

even if 

i die 

of heartbreak 

UNDER MY FEELINGS

i wish 

i could 

be with you 

for good 

again 

yeah i wish 

that we 

could be 

more than 

friends 

oh, why?

did you & i end 

yeah, 

i wonder 

as i go under 

my feelings 

yeah,

dealing with 

what I'm...

 dealing with

but there seems 

to be 

no off-switch  

to my dreams 

and oh  

how i wish

that i didn't 

have to

 write this 

yeah 

that i could 

live-out 

the life

i see 

as paradise 

to me

yeah 

my Earth's Eternity     

MY HANDICAP SIGHT

okay maybe 

i wasn't meant 

to be 

somebody's

 lady 

or 

to have someone's 

baby 

but why?

yeah, as i cry

myself 

to sleep at night 

with no one 

to hold me  

tight 

yeah snd 

it's all because 

of 

my handicap sight 

that i 

can't even 

get a try 

at romantic love 

MAN

GOD'S PLAN 

HURTS 

LIKE A METAL

 GLOVE 

HEY, WHAT'S UP WITH ALL THESE ROAD BLOCKS?

 God 

are you waiting?

for my body 

to die 

to still me 

why

i was 

or am 

single 

DAMN

yeah feelin' 

closed off 

like a  clam 

in the sea 

yeah with 

no one 

to mate 

with me 

or 

choose 

to uses 

me 

as 

a thing of  beauty 

around their neck 

yeah 

neglect  neglect 

that's 

how i feel 

for real 

being still 

single 

with tingle 

and strong desire 

to not be 

alone 

and to mingle 

yeah 

at age 45 

I'm still 

alive 

but

no one 

seems 

to wanna drive 

The Psalm of My Life ( The Sum of My Life)

man

God made me 

to be 

in this body 

yeah 

for good 

and not for naughty 

but 

i still yearn 

to be somebody's

 heartburn

yeah 

a hottie 

with 

a Tottie

or 

some tongue 

with 

rum 

yeah 

who wants 

to 

feel 

on my

 bum 

for real 

and 

wants to 

stay 

for the sunny 

and the grey 

inspired by my life and psalm 23

EVERY 11 MINUTES (988)

your spirit wants to live 
so give your breath a chance 
to do a life dance 
yeah 
have a romance 
or 
a loving glance 
for a lifetime 
yeah
because 
suicide 
is something 
that you cannot 
hide 
or 
rewind 
so be kind 
to sunshine 
in the sky 
and honor 
The Most High's 
plan 
by 
staying here 
on Earth
my dear

THE WEEK of THE WEAK

sins 
love to come
 in  
on a Sunday 
and
 man  
repentance 
loves to show up 
on a Monday
morning 
yeah 
before 
you're
 yawning 
and 
the sky 
is storming 
yeah 
the real 
global warming 
performing 
on the inside 
and 
the out 
yeah ooh 
it makes me wanna 
shout 
like a trout 
on a hook
but instead 
my spiritual 
writes books 
that looks 
like 
my life 
yeah 
the sugar 
and 
the spice 

BEGGING for OR....

please 

come in 

my skin 

or 

touch 

my flesh 

with

your best 

yeah 

put my body 

into

some 

 naughty rest

yeah 

make me feel

real

blessed 

yes 

i must confess 

that 

my insides 

can

 no longer 

hide 

destess 

STILL?... NO WHEEL ...FIREWORKS TONIGHT?

god 

fridays are 

so freakin' hard

for me 

yeah 

'cause i so 

wannabe 

romantically 

involve  

yeah 

i wanna 

do it all 

yeah

 get the calls

get the dates 

and 

the sex 

on the plate 

yeah 

i can't wait 

but boy, 

how i hate 

this single state  

A CAUSE for REFLECTION

now could this be 

the last of me

on Earth 

 now only 

God knows first 

yeah if this is 

my last verse 

unrehearsed 

yeah my last wonder 

of thunder 

under 

the surface 

of 

my purpose 

or 

my palsy 

yeah should 

my last statement 

be real good 

and 

ballsy 

ON MY CEREBRAL PALSY FRAME

I've been in love 

a time or two 

yeah

but only GOD 

really knows 

with who 

yeah 

it's true 

and 

my heart is 

still blue 

because 

they love 

wasn't the same

and 

my last name 

has never changed 

and dang 

i blame 

this singleness 

and 

the reason 

for me 

feeling pissed 

on 

my cerebral palsy frame  

mane

A BEAUTIFUL PLANT

every time  

i rhyme 

the sun shines

yeah

with every verse 

i break 

every curse  

that's been rehearsed 

over my shoulder 

yeah 

in the eyes of 

the boulder 

my pouts 

are welcome

to come out 

yeah even  

in a shout 

or 

a rant 

my thoughts 

turn into 

a beautiful plant 

with a slant 

Have you considered my servant Monique?

mmm

something to consider 

i am no quitter 

 or 

just a random pick 

of 

the litter 

and man 

I'm sick of 

the lack of 

romantic love 

yeah 

where's my 

turtle doves 

or 

my crown 

down 

here 

yeah 

to make up for 

all of 

the tears

 i have endured 

over the years 

and through 

the woods 

and oftentimes

not feelings 

so good 

with what
 i'm dealing 

with 

in my heart 

in my mind 

or

in my rhymes

  inspired by my life and The Book of Job