Deneen the Queen

 Deneen the Queen

 

It’s me and Deneen

Checking out the scene

Between the past and present

And things never been

Well we’ll come together

We’ll sit out the weather

Come rain or shine

I know we’ll be fine

 

We sing for a better thing

We pray for a better day

We always try to do our best

Then we let God do the rest

 

It’s Deneen and I

Watching the setting sky

When the sun is gone

There’s strength to carry on

We dance in moon’s pale light

We embrace rather than fight

And if we hold tight

It makes it feel allright

Yeah it makes it feel allright

 

We sing for a better thing

We pray for a better day

We always try to do our best

Then we let God do the rest

 

If I play my cards right

She’ll spend more than a night

I’ll take her as a wife

Share the rest of our life

Do I really have a chance

To make it in romance

But I’ll settle for a dance

And a loving glance

 

We sing for a better thing

We pray for a better day

We always try to do our best

Then we let God do the rest

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Mammy

Mammy

 

 

Mother wasn’t always old

Wide eyed children aglow

How could they know

Unless they are told

Husshhhhhh and listen

To our wisdom

See Momma’s face dark as night

Your skin paler, more white

 

You see momma was once a slave

She had to behave

Or the mastah would kill

Either way

They say

He would have his will

 

Victorian queen frigid as snow

It won’t hurt what she don’t know

Besides why would the princess care

If she was aware

The fine Methodist preacher does declare

Africans are animals in despair

So mastah having a little fun

Wouldn’t hurt anyone

And if Mommy would speak

Mastah wouldn’t turn the other cheek

Death on the whipping post

A deed most

Cruel

But to those that rule

At that time

It wasn’t even a crime

 

So momma didn’t even utter a single breath

For fear of death

She just laid it upon God on high

In a silent cry

Why God, oh why?!!?

The torture and pain

The guilt driving her insane

A dirty feeling never to be clean

His curses cold his compliments obscene

The sick smile upon his lips

The pain between her hips

Dejection

And then rejection

From Momma’s real man

Unable, refusing to understand

 

Momma did the best she could

See children, from evil came good

Have no fear

Momma loves you dear

Cept every day when she sees your eyes blue

It cuts as if raped anew

But Jesus never done no sin

And look what they did to him

My God, My God why have you forsaken me?

Momma understands that totally

Too well

All the truths of hell

But there’s victory, have no fear

In the one who can hear

Words that have never been uttered

For the heart is discovered

And Momma’s heart is devoted to her children

After all we’re all conceived in sin 

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