Reflections

God didn't make life a sport

He didn't make life for play

And gaiety

Will you just sit around and bullshit

Life is not certain

Can show you pictures of people that's not here

Gone

The pages that I write, I stained with tears

The greatest of drawings, unparalleled sadness

Remarkable events, some I'm still tryin' to convince myself didn't happen

Sit back and say what happened

Look at my pictures books, past music and hooks

Shows our time line, life line

Life is fine sometimes

But brief beyond belief sits by the door

Expiration dates are never told

I thought you had to be old before they put you in that hole

But my funeral flyers are not liars, they are proof

That we do die in youth

We shoulda grew together, we had shit to do together

Break the hourglass, don't let the sand pass, it must

Sometimes I feel you in the gust, like a memory

It's like you're sayin', remember me

I'll always turn to death, it's all I really got left

And a couple of reflections

Certain song selections, know you would love

They say you up above, but our heaven was on earth

I feel sorry for some folk

Some claim you never knew any better

Can I get a witness?

Here's how I'm goin'

Turn me up

At five I had to turn it over

To the Lord

As a child, I thought as a child

I can't free existence, innocence unspoiled

Free from the horrors of this daily

Untouched by reality's choke hold

Years changed that, rearranged that

Hardened the heart and made it colder

And when I needed a shoulder, there was none

Sometimes I wonder if I won

How is there a never ending race?

In public I show face

This racist fickle, I face what every man faces

We all similar cases with various outcomes

It's a fine line between poverty and shine, well bein'

Unseein'

Envy and rage

The gage will break you, where will the stage take you?

In this production called life, we all star

But we all ain't Oscar material

Some play big roles, I'm not about savin' souls

I'm still workin' on mine, still addin' and subtractin'

It's all in the actin' and who's it benefactin'?

You pull the trigger on a ****, he dies

You give him a helpin' hand, he tries

This is how I see it in my eyes

With the land, it become us

With a mountain top of possibility

Or the mountain top of adventure

But to the negro

When he embarks upon these shores

America, to him, was a valley

A valley of slaves

A valley of slavery

A valley of sobs