Dropping Something In Your Spirit

I want to drop something in your spirit
Will you listen? Will you hear it?
I want to tell you about where you’re going
Don’t get confused by what the journey is showing
Know that you come from royal blood
Although right now you’re just a bud
But as the sunlight and the rain makes you grow
Consider the Lilies in the field as the seeds that you sow
Know that your destiny is far greater than you can see
So don’t move forward in uncertainty
Let your feet be sure in the steps that you take
Let your spirit guide the decisions that you make
Look back for only a moment from whence you came
 Use it as a GPS to direct you away from the heartache and pain
Dare to have courage in all that you do
And let your dreams be the thing that you always pursue
I want to drop something in your spirit
Will you listen? Will you hear it?


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Actions said with empty words and no promise
Uncertainty in life like that of Doubting Thomas
Hesitation in speech so as not to make it clear
Driving decisions like a car with no intentions to steer
Letting go of the reigns so not to be held liable
Detached from accountability does not make one viable
Without liability there can be no cover
Carrying No-Fault insurance like an accidental lover
Everyone of us are responsible for every single choice
Even when we choose not to fight or lift up our voice
We’re moreso responsible when we choose to let others decide
Because with their decisions we still must abide
Allowing others to make decisions for you is what you chose
That action speaks louder than any speaker made by Bose
Be responsible for your choices and on others don’t place blame
The outcome of that decision is one and the same

Posting Bail

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I no longer wish to live this life
I didn’t ask for the pain and strife
I no longer want to take time from work
To sit in a court as if it were a perk
I didn’t ask to be in this game
But because I left I guess it’s one and the same
Trying to raise people when they’re grown
Because they didn’t have the proper training at home
Having to sit and try not to worry
As if this was to be my life’s story
I try to always give the truth in it’s rarest form
Letting them know that this life isn’t the norm
Trying to define for them the life of a mistake
But my messages of life’s journey they’re not willing to take
Not wanting to see it from a Mother’s point of view
Not trying to listen to words that are true
I know that they’re trying to define their own life
But they’re headed for doom by not doing what’s right
It’s not as if they don’t know that their end leads to destruction
Statistically another young Black Man’s life brought to reduction
But for some reason their intent is different from me
Who says the Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
Sometimes it rolls down the hill and changes into different fruit
Not willing to be legally successful wearing Armani suits
Not sure why they don’t believe that they are Kings
And why they aren’t willing to go after their dreams
Victims uncertain of their own worth
Even though they’ve been told since birth
Not sure why they don’t even get who they are
Why they choose so different by going so far
Doing no wrong I still feel like I’m in jail
Reneging early in life no longer able to post bail
I can no longer hold on to this guilt
Not willing to continue upon the foundation once built
It’s now time that they take full responsibility
Live in the truth of their own capabilities
Their lives are no longer for me to be responsible for
They’re old enough to walk through their chosen door
I’m no longer willing to sit in the jail
I no longer plead the fifth…I’m ready to post bail