I don't understand why you think you relate
My life is not yours, we simply just share traits
Everytime i hear you say "i understand"
I cant help but think "what makes you think you can!?"
For your life was of a simpler time
Your biggest problems were taking cookies and felling guilty for lying
Today things have changed and kids grow up to fast
By age 14 girls is given and boys is lookin for the ass
Yet you say you understand and you know my pain
Well then tell me how to deal with seeing cousin Jehru, my same age, slain
Tell me what to do when someones offers you a gun to get some revenge
Tell me how to resist pulling that trigger and bringing life to an end
Tell me what to do when the sex is there with no protection
Tell me what to do when this time my vote counts in the election
Tell me what to tell my friends when they ask if im an only child
Tell me how i tell them my older Bro died dealin with drug problems gone wild
So you say you understand but how can this be true
By age 17 i've already been through more bullshit then you
Dead cousin, dead Bro, and Dad behind bars
So please don't tell me you understand cuz you never knew these scars
Through all the anger from your words there is a silver linning
One hug from you still haults the crying
So i thank you mom.....
Because at least your trying
Friday, August 27, 2010
Grandma
God needed one more angel to fill the empty space,
he looked around the hospital and saw your sweet face.
You went so peacefully,
as if you knew the time was soon.
So we knew it would be wrong for us to feel pain,
but at the same time crying is just part of the game.
We knew your skies weren't so blue,
and the roads were getting too tough for you,
but you fought that fight,
and you did the best you could do.
Even though you moved on to a better place,
to this day i will never forget the smile that you held with such grace.
So the day God came to get his next angel,
will forever be bittersweet on my part.
Grandma i love you and miss you,
u are my heart...
he looked around the hospital and saw your sweet face.
You went so peacefully,
as if you knew the time was soon.
So we knew it would be wrong for us to feel pain,
but at the same time crying is just part of the game.
We knew your skies weren't so blue,
and the roads were getting too tough for you,
but you fought that fight,
and you did the best you could do.
Even though you moved on to a better place,
to this day i will never forget the smile that you held with such grace.
So the day God came to get his next angel,
will forever be bittersweet on my part.
Grandma i love you and miss you,
u are my heart...
The Little Things
They become routine, day after day
The same old things in the same old way
The after work phone call at the same time
The same sorry ass "dont think I can make it" lines
The random "i luv u" text in the middle of the night
The same old arguments that turn into fights
The look in her eyes when you know somethings wrong
The same ass slow jam we said was our song
The "good night, i luv u" before you go to sleep
The same ass kiss and hug when we great and leave
But its the routine that you depend on
The routine that keeps you sain
The routine that is the fuse to the bomb
The routine that when it explodes it unleashes pain
So when you get tired of the routine stop and think of the other side...
The other side that has nor order
The side that makes you lose you mind
Having been in the situation I leave you with this thought...
What would you rather have.. routine? or simply...not?
The same old things in the same old way
The after work phone call at the same time
The same sorry ass "dont think I can make it" lines
The random "i luv u" text in the middle of the night
The same old arguments that turn into fights
The look in her eyes when you know somethings wrong
The same ass slow jam we said was our song
The "good night, i luv u" before you go to sleep
The same ass kiss and hug when we great and leave
But its the routine that you depend on
The routine that keeps you sain
The routine that is the fuse to the bomb
The routine that when it explodes it unleashes pain
So when you get tired of the routine stop and think of the other side...
The other side that has nor order
The side that makes you lose you mind
Having been in the situation I leave you with this thought...
What would you rather have.. routine? or simply...not?
The Little Things
They become routine, day after day
The same old things in the same old way
The after work phone call at the same time
The same sorry ass "dont think I can make it" lines
The random "i luv u" text in the middle of the night
The same old arguments that turn into fights
The look in her eyes when you know somethings wrong
The same ass slow jam we said was our song
The "good night, i luv u" before you go to sleep
The same ass kiss and hug when we great and leave
But its the routine that you depend on
The routine that keeps you sain
The routine that is the fuse to the bomb
The routine that when it explodes it unleashes pain
So when you get tired of the routine stop and think of the other side...
The other side that has nor order
The side that makes you lose you mind
Having been in the situation I leave you with this thought...
What would you rather have.. routine? or simply...not?
The same old things in the same old way
The after work phone call at the same time
The same sorry ass "dont think I can make it" lines
The random "i luv u" text in the middle of the night
The same old arguments that turn into fights
The look in her eyes when you know somethings wrong
The same ass slow jam we said was our song
The "good night, i luv u" before you go to sleep
The same ass kiss and hug when we great and leave
But its the routine that you depend on
The routine that keeps you sain
The routine that is the fuse to the bomb
The routine that when it explodes it unleashes pain
So when you get tired of the routine stop and think of the other side...
The other side that has nor order
The side that makes you lose you mind
Having been in the situation I leave you with this thought...
What would you rather have.. routine? or simply...not?
Limitations
From the day your born the world puts limits on your life
It is the color of your skin and blood in your veins that gives the world their view of you
Because of where you come from the world has already decided where your gona go
They look at your parents lives and feel that you are nothing but them again
I find it funny that the "majority" blames the "minority" for the problems we have
They say minority is worthless and have no respect for each other
Yet it was the majority that put hate and pain inside us
It is them that took away our will and pride
So thats why when they say I cant.. i just laugh...
I am my will and pride
I am not in pain and have no hate
To act as they want us to is to give into their limitation
To act as you choose is the exceed the limitations
I will exceed.....
It is the color of your skin and blood in your veins that gives the world their view of you
Because of where you come from the world has already decided where your gona go
They look at your parents lives and feel that you are nothing but them again
I find it funny that the "majority" blames the "minority" for the problems we have
They say minority is worthless and have no respect for each other
Yet it was the majority that put hate and pain inside us
It is them that took away our will and pride
So thats why when they say I cant.. i just laugh...
I am my will and pride
I am not in pain and have no hate
To act as they want us to is to give into their limitation
To act as you choose is the exceed the limitations
I will exceed.....
Need A Lifeline
Layin out on the boat, floating along smooth. Everythings going great, nothing but a good mood.
Looking out across the water, the clouds are getting thick. One thing leads to another and its almost time to jump ship.
The waves start to rock, as the sky grows dark. Where did I go wrong, how did all this start?
I can't avoid it, now im headed for the storm. I read the weather report but you can't predict gods scorn.
Its like asking the question, why do bad things happen to good people? "To make the bad mourn their evil" says the man at the steeple.
So as I wonder, the conditions get worse. Like Wezzy said "its like ride to I die and im driven my hearse."
I stand at the wheel unable to steer. Not knowing whats gonna happen next, can't even decide if I still care…
The one person I reach out to for help just pulled me in deeper. Tell me why love may be the reason for hook, line, and sinker.
If I make it through the storm, rebuilding will take work, but anything then this has to be better. I just hope one day I can put my life back together.
Looking out across the water, the clouds are getting thick. One thing leads to another and its almost time to jump ship.
The waves start to rock, as the sky grows dark. Where did I go wrong, how did all this start?
I can't avoid it, now im headed for the storm. I read the weather report but you can't predict gods scorn.
Its like asking the question, why do bad things happen to good people? "To make the bad mourn their evil" says the man at the steeple.
So as I wonder, the conditions get worse. Like Wezzy said "its like ride to I die and im driven my hearse."
I stand at the wheel unable to steer. Not knowing whats gonna happen next, can't even decide if I still care…
The one person I reach out to for help just pulled me in deeper. Tell me why love may be the reason for hook, line, and sinker.
If I make it through the storm, rebuilding will take work, but anything then this has to be better. I just hope one day I can put my life back together.
His Given Oppertunity
If someone prays for patience’s, you think god gives them patience? Or does he give them the opportunity to be patient?
If someone prays for courage, does god give them courage? Or the opportunity to be courageous?
If someone prays for their family to be close, does god give the family love? Or an opportunity to love each other?
If someone prays for a second chance, do you think god lets them start over? Or does he give the opportunity of redemption?
Life is an opportunity not a previously written book
The moves you make each day depict his next move for us
So pray for what you need and pray for what you want
But don’t look for your pray itself…
Just seize his given opportunity
If someone prays for courage, does god give them courage? Or the opportunity to be courageous?
If someone prays for their family to be close, does god give the family love? Or an opportunity to love each other?
If someone prays for a second chance, do you think god lets them start over? Or does he give the opportunity of redemption?
Life is an opportunity not a previously written book
The moves you make each day depict his next move for us
So pray for what you need and pray for what you want
But don’t look for your pray itself…
Just seize his given opportunity
Beyond
Loving you makes my heart complete
But having you love me is like my soul reaching up out into a unbefore seen galaxy
To reach that galaxys peek would mean more then the world to me
But until that time i'll just gaze at the stars and dream
Not to say i wont persue the love up and beyond
But its ultimatly up to you to let me venture on
My first spaceship failed before the depth of my true love began
Refuel my heart and i promise never to faulter again
I was a fool gazing outside the ships view
Then i realized that although i was staring at the world below...
The world was staring back, envious of the love between me and you
So i ask for forgivness and a fresh start
Because even though loving you completes my heart...
You loving me back will take my mind, soul, and heart beyond the stars
c.wideman
But having you love me is like my soul reaching up out into a unbefore seen galaxy
To reach that galaxys peek would mean more then the world to me
But until that time i'll just gaze at the stars and dream
Not to say i wont persue the love up and beyond
But its ultimatly up to you to let me venture on
My first spaceship failed before the depth of my true love began
Refuel my heart and i promise never to faulter again
I was a fool gazing outside the ships view
Then i realized that although i was staring at the world below...
The world was staring back, envious of the love between me and you
So i ask for forgivness and a fresh start
Because even though loving you completes my heart...
You loving me back will take my mind, soul, and heart beyond the stars
c.wideman
Dad
It happened so long ago but it still haunts me everyday.
The day my mom said your Dad has gone away.
Now let me make it clear my Dad didn't just up and leave.
Oh no, I know him, love him, and I know he loves me.
I would go visit my Dad on weekends and days off of school.
As far as I knew everything was cool.
I thought your dad living with white men in blue and black men in orange was normal.
I thought having a dad at home would be something horrible.
To me I had it lucky with him in there.
Because at home there wasn't a disciplinary to fear.
Then one day my raise pulled me away from watching the Little Rascals.
Mom said "son we have something to tell you" and Dad said "Syl let me have em this is gonna be a hard pill to swallow"
Dad sat me on knee and everyone got real quiet.
Then he asked me if I knew why the lady across the room was cryin
I shook my head and said "no" even though I didn't really care.
Dad said "my boy do you know this place and why your Pops is in here?"
I was confused at first so without thinking I gave my answer
"You're here because it's a home for daddys, why does it matter?"
Mom laughed a sad chuckle when she realized this was going to be a hassle.
Dad looked at me and said "No son im hear because I got in trouble."
Dad said "the lady is crying because her son is here for life"
I tried to change the subject and said "for Christmas, can I get a bike!"
For the next couple of hours Dad broke down the situation.
To this day my Dad is dealing with incarceration.
So for 17 years I have lived with this burden
But don't be sad for me because I got good news from the Dad back a few mornins
If all goes at as planned
Dads new trial will get rolling
And if by some great God blessing
Dad will be home in time for Graduation!!
18 now but yet im still waiting
New trial didnt go as planned, so freedom my dad is still chasing
Older now and looking at the situation, I see that his fate is not for me to wait,
But to take over and learn from his mistakes
As I ready myself for college I cant help but to think,
In this new journy I have to do it for more then just me
This time I have to take a few people for the ride
Big bro Omar and my Dad will live on as long im alive
c.wideman
The day my mom said your Dad has gone away.
Now let me make it clear my Dad didn't just up and leave.
Oh no, I know him, love him, and I know he loves me.
I would go visit my Dad on weekends and days off of school.
As far as I knew everything was cool.
I thought your dad living with white men in blue and black men in orange was normal.
I thought having a dad at home would be something horrible.
To me I had it lucky with him in there.
Because at home there wasn't a disciplinary to fear.
Then one day my raise pulled me away from watching the Little Rascals.
Mom said "son we have something to tell you" and Dad said "Syl let me have em this is gonna be a hard pill to swallow"
Dad sat me on knee and everyone got real quiet.
Then he asked me if I knew why the lady across the room was cryin
I shook my head and said "no" even though I didn't really care.
Dad said "my boy do you know this place and why your Pops is in here?"
I was confused at first so without thinking I gave my answer
"You're here because it's a home for daddys, why does it matter?"
Mom laughed a sad chuckle when she realized this was going to be a hassle.
Dad looked at me and said "No son im hear because I got in trouble."
Dad said "the lady is crying because her son is here for life"
I tried to change the subject and said "for Christmas, can I get a bike!"
For the next couple of hours Dad broke down the situation.
To this day my Dad is dealing with incarceration.
So for 17 years I have lived with this burden
But don't be sad for me because I got good news from the Dad back a few mornins
If all goes at as planned
Dads new trial will get rolling
And if by some great God blessing
Dad will be home in time for Graduation!!
18 now but yet im still waiting
New trial didnt go as planned, so freedom my dad is still chasing
Older now and looking at the situation, I see that his fate is not for me to wait,
But to take over and learn from his mistakes
As I ready myself for college I cant help but to think,
In this new journy I have to do it for more then just me
This time I have to take a few people for the ride
Big bro Omar and my Dad will live on as long im alive
c.wideman
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