From the time you wake up you think about it

and start contemplating your day

with no idea which way to go

just hoping things go your way

looking up and down the street

trying to find a fix

be satisfied with ten dollars,

maybe eight, even six

to some people it's a habit

or maybe an addiction

but without it, your life is full

of confliction

everyone do it in their own way

just trying to survive another day

some people do it without

moving a muscle

don't let your mind run wild

it's all just a hustle.

Kell Gibbs

I Kept Thinking

A week and a day was all I knew

and I kept thinking

what was he going to do

treat me so right until I fall in love

But this is just a dream I'm thinking of

And I kept thinking; this is it

finally I can sit back and feel content

Love he gave to me each day

Until he started to fade away

And I kept thinking

though the phone calls was few

until I realized

their is nothing I could do

So I live on without tears of weeping

but for some strange reason

I kept thinking.

 Kell

I Thank You

At times when I lied, you stayed true

I have to say I thank you

When I thought I couldn't make it

you pulled me through

I have to say I thank you

for the gift of words

and the knowledge to know

for the people in my life

who come and go

for me knowing my wrong

so I can make it right

and giving me the strength 

to write through the night

So many things I know I could do

and because I know I say thank you

Kell

The Good Ole Days

 

SoulTrain, The Scene, The Jackson Five

 these are the memories I keep alive.

A dime could buy you a candy

and a dollar could take you very far.

From Red light; Green light

to Mother May I

The Good Ole Days has passed us by

When things go wrong in the world today

I get on my knees and start to pray

and though, we accept life

for the good and bad ways

I still long for the good ole days.



Kell Gibbons

Dreams

You reach and you reach but you just can't seem to touch

and each and everyday you want to give up

the closer you see it; the further it seems

but we have another day to reach our dreams

some call me a dreamer I say i'm blessed

because their are people

who haven't found their dreams yet.

a writer I am but name unknown

but I'll keep trying until the lord call me home

and when I die the label will be

"A Dreamer she was"

but a writer to me.

When I get out

You sit on the porch and drink your wine

I'm using every minute of my time

stay up all night and scream and shout

I'll see you when I get out

you stay here while I move there

go ahead and act like you don't care

you say you're stuck and left behind

I say you can do it if you find the time

no matter how long or hard it seems

I have to stay focus on my dreams

but I'll come back without a doubt

and try to help you when I get out

and if you're ready you can come with me

and you'll realize you were always free

to work hard at being your best

and put all those cliches to rest

but if your'e not ready, I'll wave goodbye

just don't regret and start to cry

so when you read of my where abouts

remember I offered

"When I get out"

Precious Time 

We'll meet again but until then
always remember you are my friend
but I must move on
to go get mine
and not take for granted
                                precious time.