story of an african son

Four a.m breaks wondering when it became morning I made you my dominance for a reason Your body my arena Secrets that we create for lovers on the run Story that we can't tell, even your husband don't need to know Only morning calls and late night devours Best times made at bedtime Do what you do to my body and let me feel fine Young simple woman, flower to a young soul I can show you love as I kiss your inner thighs though Wishing I could kiss you in the morning Only morning calls and late night devours You got that something that I haven't seen before That crazy feeling that always makes me sexual My new year's resolution, my one time plan No need to change the status It's just a story of lovers on The run

In the spirit of giving I offer all I can give Don't know if I was good enough for santa to visit this year My Christmas list was kept simple I did want much but that would be enough I claim self reliance and maintain hope for a better coming year I picture us next to a beautiful tree Holding your hand for free All am trying to say is all I really want for Christmas is you I swore never to leave you as we stood under the Christmas lights Chilly breezes bringing our bodies closer Christmas songs singing in the background I wish I could hold this forever Maybe for once not pretend it's you am with All am trying to say is all I really want for Christmas is you Write me a love song and wrap it in ribbons Put it on my bed side with a smiley face kiss me on my neck and just stay Because all I really want for Christmas is you

Problem kid was all they could talk about The one percenter of the lot Young misunderstood soul Lost and confused goals The only ones who gave time intended to steal time Young with a gun Young with some drugs Young and dead Hello world it's brand new day Two souls gone and all we blame is the state Screaming for answer to questions you never asked Where were you when he needed you Claiming he didn't need the talks and hours of remorse Somebody once told me you know your purpose when you learn who you are So am working to a day with less death Of people talking responsibility To this breaking plan One time for my young brothers trying to find their way in this world with no role models

Pulpit filled with evil Congregation of liers and sinners An hour and a half with a growing entrepreneur Sunday becoming the new Monday Lock up your humanity and open them pockets It's harvest time and you all seem right for the picking Am sure your child can go another day without food Our pastor has him in his range rover fueled prayers I pray for longer sustainance As we fight to maintain our faith I hope for justice for the ones with nobody to offer it I listen to sad music as I write this speech At this point there is no where left to hide This spiritual split grows by the day With nothing left to hang on We sail this uncertain waters with all but love in our hearts We sing sweet lullaby to the young hoping to keep the memories alive Everyday we grow in life knowing you still watching Even in this times of dark We maintain our sacrifice

Words of praise go to the late At a state of paranoia seeing evil at the corner He preaches the good word to the bad believers He sees his own work put to test As the loneliness drives him to madness All he hears are there mocking words But fuck it am not here to judge The demands of the world stand heavy on his back One man's mission is taking more than was to be given In the beginning they loved you Followed all you claimed Until they created, and the lust of power drove them away Now their word is all we get Now I leave for new horizons I have been here for far too long I just got to take the road to nowhere See the world, or what is left of it I write to let you know am bringing it home to you All that is left of the dream that left Now and forever