I've hid behind rhyme much too long
but I still have a song to sing,....
Oh, I've sung the song that made the heart merry
and belted a tune, like a good coon should
,....but I won't form my mouth to lift my voice
to THAT melody no more.
When He gave out the talents,
I quickly dug mine up from hiding for fear that He
would take it.
,....but He knew, though
And I don't know why I still have it
,....oh yes I do,.....
I must take responsibility and use it or lose it
I didn't choose it, it was chosen FOR me
and not for me to hide it under a bushel of
pimping it like it's the hottest thing on the street
a piece of sweet meat
for the wolves to devour and eat of it's flesh
,...but my temple will be void of the
Babalonian Mami's and Phillistine Playas.
War of the Words
The Lord of the SINGS
The power it holds and the message that brings us
together, or sets us apart
let's not divide, lets conquer