No Money 2 Many Problems

More money more problems I can't tell cause being broke is part of the reason I'm living in Hell. No money and too many problems is more like it, poverty is a disease and I'm tired of fighting it. Tired of trying to struggle and strive I'd rather have some money and thrive. Whatever problems money creates I can take it cause there are too many without it and I can't take it. They say empty pockets full heart which makes me feel like a two time loser.For, I was born broke and alone like any loser,yet cooler heads still prevail so I'm no druggy or abuser.I just need some cash or a way to get some cause every way I've tried ain't hitting it.I know one of these days I'll get the money and the problems I covet.It got to be better then this cause now living life seems so rugged. Next level money,dreams,hopes and fears.I don't care what they say I would love to use a Hundred Dollar Bills to wipe my tears.

Obstacle

I'm a failure doomed to fail is what they want me to believe and sometimes I do indeed feel that I can't achieve but as I begin to grieve on my misfortunes I think of how small a portion I've been granted and how the obstacles I've been through have made me tougher the granite but they still want me to feel like a bandit and abandon all I know and love to escape hell fire but if I follow my instincts they want to put me in jail liars I'm not an animal merely a mammal a man who stands on my own 2 feet trying to make ends meet even own a path were I may suffer defeat I'll always land on my feet with my strength to soften the blow with no need to sale blow to blow cause inside I know I'll never be a failure as long as I stay true failures not an option and life is just an obstacle.

Appearance

Don't be fooled by my appearanceYou may see it as an adherence to mischief But in actuality my purpose is to nurture not tortureDon't judge a book by it's cover At least not this oneI'm a child of the lord his son So when it's all said and donDon't be fooled by my appearanceI'm hear to teach and reach peopleWith the depth of my soul that is my true goal Don't be fooled by my appearance It may appear gruff but underneath this stuff I'm a child searching for love A man who just needs a hugDon't be fooled by my appearance I'll smooth out because once you see the true meYou may be astonished because up under My beauty is a wonder when you witness me In all my glory you may change your story So think you knew me from how you have viewed me Sometimes appearances lie look deep into my eyesYou may be surprised you may feel my appearance And not feel my presence and that is a lessonYou will learn so in turn I beg you please Don't be fooled by my appearance

Chicken Hot Dogs

I was poor but now I'm not
Back when name brand food was not
A Commodity bought Love will keep
You rich no matter what’s your lot
But love will never feel up a pot
So what’s on the plate that has to
Be stuffed in your face CHICKEN HOT DOGS
Wow that’s great they don’t taste so
Great but when there’s nothing else
To eat wait even then they don’t taste
So great some cant imagine they say
CHICKEN HOT DOGS how'd that happen
I'd say it life , strife pain and
Survival when money rarely if ever
Makes an arrival as an adult
Now I don’t indulge in such things
But every now and again my
Memory and Mind rings as my
Taste buds sing CHICKEN HOT DOGS
what a putrid thing

A Dream

Somebody Wake me I’m dreaming I hear the past screaming
Inside my head it’s the Malcom’s Martin’s and Medgar’s in my head .
They want to know why we haven’t slept in the bed that they laid out
Why in this maze of equality we haven’t found away out I’m telling
Them it was the crack and everything else laid out to destroy what was
Black and proud They reply excuses don’t use the crack as a shroud
Our people have gotten lazy and content Yes I say but allow me to vent
No is replied you need to repent the war on drugs is ugly but we have become to
Obsessed with money and jewels we forgot how far we have to go and how much we have to lose. Please I shout this is not in something we get to chose our obsession with the finer things are because we are born with minor things or nothing at all parents and grandparents are tired and haven’t taught us to brawl to the top with a point our lives are based on coming up out the projects now new leaders have we chosen to anoint then we point the finger at you, you know what you must do and nothing has been done
I know I have failed No you haven’t my son speak freely live proud tell the word
To the people help remove the shroud of ignorance But how when I’m as guilty
Consider it a way to find penance and don’t despair we were all like you
Scared and didn’t know what to do. We won’t tell you your task or your next move
Just enjoy your journey we put you on the path so finally our people can be
Free at last I drop to one knee and begin to cry and whisper a simple reply
Yes I can they say it is the truth if we helped make progress then you can
Too if you believe in you and we do.

We Need To Talk

We Need to TalkLord, I need a reason to believe all I have is things to grieve over Lord I know your there but I haven't seen enough to when me over. My life I spent sober but drunk with pain still I never cry your name in vain and nothing I need proof ,not that your full of vengeance but of you benevolence and love show me something because my loyalty is beginning to sway. Cause my burdens are starting to way me down. My whole life is a frown, I know I reap what is sewn but I'm reaping fruits that couldn't have been grown by me. And I know you see this and still nothing thats why I'm so pissed. Your ambivalance is going to put me in a ambulance and all I want is a chance to lift some weight or let me in to the gates cause if you can't beat them join them and since you won't grant me peace I'm gonna join in. Now wait if I end it myself I cant get in through the pearly gates. Thats great I just want to see my son and I thought I was your son you know what I'm through with the rules I'mloading thisgun click! click!. Now ain't this a trip all this time and you sign is a gun that jammed I guess I cant quit cause life is marathon and not a sprint but what about my future could I have a hint guess not screw it thanks for letting me vent see you next week. I love these talks we have they are so private.