Song of My Heart

 Song of My Heart

 

I’m searching for the right words to say

To make it all okay

Could you lend me your ear in the cool autumn breeze?

It would put my mind at ease

 

I can’t remember the words that I wrote

So take what you value and leave what you don’t

Let the music do its part

Then you’ll understand the song of my heart

 

Spent the night haunted by confused memories

Churned by a twisted history

Different players in an identical game

But the song remains the same

 

I can’t remember the words that I wrote

So take what you value and leave what you don’t

Let the music do its part

Then you’ll understand the song of my heart

 

In a deep dark valley with a cool running stream

I see a princess in a dream

I’m feeling the rapture I’m sensing the bliss

I will be free with your passionate kiss

 

I can’t remember the words that I wrote

So take what you value and leave what you don’t

Let the music do its part

Then you’ll understand the song of my heart

 

My thoughts turn to the memories of the days that we spent

Living off of the love that we lent

If you take the love I give I’m sure you will see

The truth is you’re just like me (X3)

 

I can’t remember the words that I wrote

So take what you value and leave what you don’t

Let the music do its part

Then you’ll understand the song of my heart

 

You know you’re just like me

You’re just like me 

Girl you’re just like me

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Mumia

Mumia

Mumia lives in a place that should not exist

A result of a mockery they call a trial

The world proclaims injustice, many insist

Still the system is in defiant denial

I do not glory in the death of any man

Yet how much can we take?

We rise against oppression to do the best we can

Day after day you inflict us with your lies

The cause for justice we will never forsake

Allmighty God, He hears our cries

Allmighty God, Him you cannot fool

Or shut him out with your actions cruel

 

So Mumia lives, three stone walls and an iron gate

These are the manifestations of America’s hate

When you want us to kill for the flag we are brothers all

Come serve your country that is the call

And in return you make us sit and wait

Herded in your ghettos you try to educate

And when we act on the lessons you teach

When we speak our mind and practice free speech

You send in the police, the FBI and CIA

And heroes like Mumia are taken away

 

An honest day in court

Is what we require

That would retort

And quench this fire

 

Instead Mumia sits condemned on death row

In a tormented existence that few do know

A political prisoner an unwilling symbol

You can bind the man but not the soul

Mumia these words I write

And promise never to give up the fight  

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Here You Go Ben

Here You Go Ben

 

The hot sun is yellow and the sky a perfect blue

Our special star giving kisses saying I love you

We are all beautiful and everyone is a gift

There you go hitchhiker let me give you a lift

 

Here you go Ben the trains running again

God Loves you can I get an amen

I love you now just like I loved you then

Here you go Ben the trains running again

 

See the midnight heavens the stars are shining bright

I’m here by your side holding you tight

There are a lot of things in the world that just ain’t right

But we ain’t giving in Ben we’re gonna fight

 

Here you go Ben the trains running again

God Loves you can I get an amen

I love you now just like I loved you then

Here you go Ben the trains running again

 

I left sugar mountain you know it wasn’t so sweet

Forever on the roam my only home was the street

See the cool kids smoking joking laughing away

When you toss the dice sometimes you gotta pay

 

Here you go Ben the trains running again

God Loves you can I get an amen

I love you now just like I loved you then

Here you go Ben the trains running again

 

In life there are lessons to understand

We get dealt the cards only one hand

I wish I was a singer in a rock and roll band

But today folk music ain’t even in demand

 

See all the losers lost in their martini escape

Their life of misery is an endless repeating tape

But Ben I have some mighty dreams just for you

Here you go Ben sometimes dreams come true

 

Here you go Ben the trains running again

God Loves you can I get an amen

I love you now just like I loved you then

Here you go Ben the trains running again 

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The Wind

 The Wind

Who taught the wind to blow?

Do you know?
Was it the birds?
Was it the trees?
That’s not what I heard
Could you tell me please?

Who taught the sun to shine?
Its warmth and beauty so fair
It’s not yours it’s not mine
It’s for all to share

Who taught the rain how to fall?
To bring life to one and all

Isn’t it plain to see?
It was the God of Eternity

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Cannon Fodder A.K.A Beloved Daughter

 Cannon Fodder A.K.A Beloved Daughter

 

NeNe, I've never spelled her name before, had no need

Easy, that was her deceased son's nickname

Blown away on the Newark streets, another casualty

Like autumn leaves falling from the trees casually

But in the dirge of death the community's spirit overflows

Mourner's packed the church house for the funeral

Some in suits and some in tatters, it's the heart that matters

 

Jessica, nice young lady, singing the soulful street serenade of sorrow

No education, no experience, no relative to lay down nepotism

Economic think tanks serve the lustful desire of the Federal Reserve

Calculating to four decimal points how to maximize potential profit

And if the numbers rising on the sheets equates death upon the streets

Well it's somebody else's child irregardless, not their mess

 

So NeNe wept when Jessica enlisted, it's her way out she insisted

The crazed maze is carefully crafted by master psychologists

Slavery is packaged in a pretty green uniform under an American flag

You'll be serving your country, become part of a grand family

Just hope you don't get raped, physically, mentally, spiritually

Robots make efficient killers, we haven't mastered MK Ultra just yet

So Irving Berlin's 'God Bless America' defeats Woody Guthrie's 'This Land is Your Land'

Let it be known that nothing is of yet written in stone

For Jessica at the moment is both alive and well

 

As we journey collectively on our space ship Mother Earth

Wars wage, in every age, the planet's spinning and we keep sinning

A war on terror is the bold declaration of a total farce, unless you look in a mirror

Where more of our soldiers commit suicide by far then die in combat

And we pray for Jessica with all of our might

She is amidst enemy territory unaware of the peril infesting her soul

Please Lord, don't let our beloved child die in some useless war

The prayer echoes in Chinese, and Russian, and Arabic and Hebrew and...

For these words are not a sonnet of surrender

Rather a battle cry for forevermore, a war on war

When statisticians coldly calculate the predicted rate of slaughter

Do not see cannon fodder rather know it is Jessica our beloved daughter

I don't want to see NeNe cry at a funeral no more 

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Electric Jive

Electric Jive

 

I was lost in the blue on LaRue Avenue                                

Every face every place reminded me of you                         

You’re a demon who ascended to heaven’s gate                  

I know a lot of bad words and the worst of them is wait      

 

The streets are alive in electric jive

Gotta be quick in the trick to survive

Reality it cuts just like a knife

Electric jive it’ll save your life

 

Big Tiny was hustling numbers hoping to score                   

You know you’re a gambler if you always want more          

I bet my heart and soul it was all that I had                                      

Even in sin when you win it’s natural to be glad                  

The streets are alive in electric jive

Gotta be quick in the trick to survive

Reality it cuts just like a knife

Electric jive it’ll save your life

 

Well the cards were marked and they delt from down below           

There was going to be a fight from the get go                                   

A year’s wages of chips sitting on the table                                      

A smokey room a gambler’s doom straight out of a fable                

 

The streets are alive in electric jive

Gotta be quick in the trick to survive

Reality it cuts just like a knife

Electric jive it’ll save your life

           

My love hearts fall to diamonds cause money’s supreme                 

The ultimate score’s the wicked whore of my dream                       

When things become rough you need more than words to bluff      

I was hoping that my sweet six shooter would be enough                

 

Somewhere there’s a dead man with a bullet in his brain

Somewhere there’ s a conman with a story to explain

I’m a wanted man the scourge of the underground                           

And baby that’s the real reason I’m nowhere to be found                

 

The streets are alive in electric jive

Gotta be quick in the trick to survive

Reality it cuts just like a knife

Electric jive it’ll save your life 

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A Fond Fair Thee Well

 A Fond Fair Thee Well

 

Brother Tyrone

God calls you home from His throne

To heaven beyond the skies blue

A petition none can refuse

I bid thee as you enter eternity

A fond fair thee well

Brother Tyrone

Grace will carry you into infinity

For God loves you more than you can tell

It seems life just begun

But your race has been run

With all your might

You have fought the good fight

Have no uncertainty

For God is full of mercy

The price paid on Calvary

Paid in full

A fond fair thee well

This world may be bitter and cruel

But Brother Tyrone

You were no fool

For you put your trust

In the Lord Jesus

You will be greatly missed

We will weep and we will cry

But we are not saying goodbye

For it is our hope and prayer

In heaven fair

In the glory of the endless light

We shall unite

Brother Tyrone

Hear the bell ringing

The angels are singing

Another soul called by the Lord

Another soul taken to their reward

A fond fair thee well

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