Tribute To Malice Green

You can erase the face but the message is still there

we're not blind to see you just don't care

each time you come to erase the face

it'll be right back like an athelete in a race

so carry your hatred to your grave if you dare

and when god ask :

"Why didn't you care".

WHY I WRITE

Financial gain is not why I write
I write for the pleasure
the pure delight
my words represent the way I feel
they help me keep my world real
my time I write
preferably at night
it keeps me at peace
that's why I write.

  



The Hats

I love my hats

but they don't represent me

they give me an opportunity to be free

but also show a little personality

rather they're red, black, tall or wide

I wear my hats mainly outside

and I sort of feel good as a matter of fact

I guess that's why I wear my hats.

From the Cradle to the Grave

From out of the womb up to momma's arm
life will explode like a clock alarm
laying in the cradle or the rocking chair
and as much as you try; no one cares
crawling on your knees and pulling stuff down

almost ready to walk around

While stumbling on the floor

almost ready to walk out the door

The things on the street, you start to crave

from lack of discipline you start to behave

Misbehaving on purpose for attention you need

Searching for love until your heart starts to bleed

with a bleeding heart, you just don't care

and you search for love anywhere

Anywhere is now; living in a cave

and that's what took you from the cradle to the grave.