Thursday, March 31, 2011

"Tunnel"

Long, narrow, yet wide, opened up for me to come inside
Bright lights gleaming through; who ever knew what good it's able to create for you


Many closed doors; I'm steady searching for its hole
Let me through; I have things to do

Fighting, and fighting, but I only find I'm hurting myself
Not allowing a greater power to devour this strong tower
LET ME OUT, I wanna get through, I command you door be removed

Finally I'm through only to see there are more bumps, holes, and doors up ahead;
I must trust you, and continue to let you guide me while I travel down this road

Greatness lies ahead, Im focused now that takers are not allowed in my bed
50 miles in only 100,000 to go
Where this road ends only god knows

I'm going left when I wanna go right
Taking trips, first class flights
All I see are diamonds & pearls, in a land of milk and honey; realizing everything is not about money


Looking in my review, receiving a clearer view; thanking God for pulling me through

Geared up with praise; pumped and ready; a few souls I must save
Step aside and let this diva through; its Gods work I was created to do

Classic, fantastic, is how I wrap you haters up in plastic
 For the end is almost near; and I'll be damned if  I just stand filled with fear

Monday, March 28, 2011

"EMPTY"
 
Low, feeling down, walking with a frown, drowned in sorrow with no hope for tomorrow
Scared, intimidated, looking for a way out
Lost, lonely, hungry with thirst for the newest purse
Needing fulfillment, searching for terms of endearment
 
"My tank is on E"
 
Got the best of everything including five karats in my ring, but yet I'm still thirsty
eighteen inches of Indian weave down my back
Cute, nice, stacked in the back with a switch that will bring my old man back;
with an extra five stacks
 
Masters degree from the University of City Streets; with a BA in hood rich
Living the life that any chick would kill for;
because all they see are the over sized Chanel shades this dude paid for
 
What she really can't see is that my soul is empty
 
Dying inside, broken, but so well put together; sitting on the finest of leathers
Many different rain boots for the worst weather
 
However; I'm crying for her to save me
Wondering what is it about her that is so complete
She's broke, with three kids, but yet she glows and it shows
 
Living in the projects; check to check
With no boss on her side, but yet her head is held high;
with peace and sanity when she should be a mess, and distressed
 
I'm above any and all average in these streets; I'm whats called Savage; A beast
Yet I look up and admire the one who is beneath me
 
For she is the one who made me see; without God in my life my soul will always remain on "E"