Aspiration; that’s what floods my concentration.
Elevation; trying to awaken the whole nation.
Infiltration; into the minds of every race and
variations of speech and deliberation.
But one nation is what I preach to the congregation
on every station; Latin, Asian and even Haitian.
Maturation; is what we need for propagation.
A saturation of love with no hesitation.
And this equation is what will end the condemnation
of God’s creation and bring us to that culmination.
Our graduation; into peace. Get in formation.
Our situation calls out for this salutation.
This information is given out with calculations.
That our nation will finally rise to the occasion
and a celebration will be in order for the duration
of procreation, giving birth to inspiration…
People say that we can never live forever, but forever I will hold you.
Deep within my soul, wish I was there to console you.
My heart sheds many tears and many wounds still remain,
but I understand that God had to steal you from your pain.
Will things ever be the same, without your laughter and your wit?
I bet you’re talking Prince’s ear off, probably giving him a fit.
You were a force to be reckoned with, that we can admit.
But your company was grand, for many hours we could sit.
Ups and downs we experienced and hard roads we traversed.
But I already miss you yelling, “Get my make-up bag out of my purse”.
Strong willed and strong minded, pure power in your essence.
Now I long for the chance to spend an hour in your presence.
But your life is not yet over; it’s time for you to get your wings,
then fly as high as they will take you and let the heavens sing.
Yes, I’m going to miss you mama, that’s a fact that can’t be missed.
But I know God called you home, because you’re the next angel on His list…
It seems a lifetime…
I’ve waited; hoping, dying, climbing mountains, scheming, praying and more.
Just to have you.
I have pined, cried, ached and dreamed; fearing the silence and darkness.
Ceasing to never forget about this day.
Longing, wishing, always thinking, not knowing, overwhelmed with anguish
and gentle pain…
Now you are here, at last you have come.
After waiting all these years, vision of my heart and dreams.
Welcome Sweetheart! Welcome my love! Welcome at last!
I can’t see it coming down my eyes, so I gotta let my soul cry.
Been accused of so many lies, but I refuse to let my soul die.
So I press on. Even when I trip, I don’t stress long.
Hard-headed brotha, head harder than your chest bone.
Refuse to give in, can’t lose; gotta win.
But they tell me that’s a sin.
Forgive me Lord, I’m going in.
I can’t see it coming down my eyes,
so my pen drops tears every time this ink smears
across my note pad, filled up with sad quips.
Made this paper talk to you like it really had lips.
Nobody knows how this pain flows
through my blood stream, give me some damn morphine.
This is what my blood screams.
I couldn’t see it coming down my eyes
so I cried in my sleep as I let my soul weep…