| Father I need you in this time.
My tears won't stop flowing. Forgive me for not showing...
The Love that You have put into my heart.
End and Start...
It was all Love.
And that's how I want to remember it.
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| Single for Christ maybe single for life but I pray the Lord to hook me up with a banging wife.
How many times and how many ways did I sway from the straight and narrow
He cares for me as He cares for the sparrow
And I, in my mind tried to find
everything, climbed up that mountain blind
But I can see very clearly that history does repeat itself
Insanity is doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result
Please consult
the Spirit before you make another move
You must improve your interpersonal skills
study hard, pay your bills
control yourself, let your light shine
wait for an appointment Divine
and just keep writing
keep writing, keep writing, keep writing
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| R.I.P. Alex
It's been two years Bro
I don't know why I still cry
I didn't get to say Good bye
May be it was all those real conversations
When we would talk about life
about Love
About the Lord
You are Saint
talking mad shit
I'm a Saint
with a death wish
Finding reasons to live
when your life faded away
I learned not to complain
because other people got it worse
Christ opened Heaven's door
But down here in the dark
The superficial
The mundane
The egos and fame
I fear the tears that I may shed
for those other heads
because every year it shows
how I feel when one my Brothers passes on
 Brother Alex I miss you man you were the realest nigga I ever knew that belonged to Him And you weren't even afraid of dying You just didn't want to miss out on the happs
You're a symbol of my new life in Him
your memory reminds me
of where I've been
and sobers my thoughts to where I'm at
and I can't stand what I see around me
But then I remember why I'm still here
To Bless His name among the people
Amen.
Grace and Peace my Brother in Heaven
I'll see you when I get there
Jesus Is Lord.
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| Burnt Offering Speaks
Be you not me
See the Way back to the Center
The One which counted all before all was counted
Back as strong as an Ox
Faces and places weakening thy bones
Dried up and stoned
Indiscriminate rage
The stage is set for that last fall endeavor
whenever
I feel like this
I miss
all these beautifully squared away blessings surrounding me
"why can't I be "
"what I want to be"
15 year old
spiritual stroke
then God came in
and sin
went on its way
And now
Now I'm 30
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