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This is your Season

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The Word is a seed
When planted and watered
Grows to be great
You can be anything you want
You can achieve all your dreams
If you only believe
The Word of God is here today
Coming right at you
Would you believe it?
Dare to receive

In this world where there are seasons and times
This is your season
Its time to shine again
In this world where there are seasons and times
This is your season
Its time to shine again

You may be down
May be discouraged
It will come to pass
Be strong
Be encouraged
It’s only for a while
The Word of God is here today
Working inside of you
Would you believe it?
Dare to receive

In a world where there’re seasons and times
This is your season
It’s time to shine again
In a world where there’re seasons and times
This is your season
It’s time to shine again

I believe this is my season
It’s time to shine again

In this world where there are seasons and times
This is your season
Its time to shine again

Shine again

………………………………..by Sinach

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December 12, 2010 at 12:42 am

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Hope

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I remember, wasn’t so long ago

We had a one room shack and the livin’ was low

And my mama by herself raised me and my bro

Wasn’t easy, but we did it with the little that go

Worked hard got us off to school every day

And kept her eyes on the stars when the skies were gray

Gave us pride to survive, really showed us the way

Now I really understood what she was tryin’ to say

 

She said, “Son there’ll be times when the tides are high

And the boat may be rocky, you can cry

Just never give up

You can never give up,” uh-uh

 

In this life you could lead if you only believe

And in order to achieve what you need

You can never give up

You can never give up

 

And this hope

That keep me holding on

On and on

And this hope

That makes me carry on

On and on

 

Boom-boom, couldn’t have made it alone

I got a wonderful life, two kids on my own

With a strong foundation that was carved in stone

And my mama for the love that made my house a home

Made me wonder some time if this was meant to be

All this for a humble little guy like me

And all I ever really wanted was a family

To teach my kids the same value that she gave to me

 

She said, Son there’ll be times when the tides are high

And the boat may be rocky, you can cry

Just never give up

You can never give up, uh-uh

 

In this life you could lead if you only believe

And in order to achieve what you need

You can never give up

You can never give up

 

And this hope

That keep me holding on

And on

And this hope

That makes me carry on

On and on

 

We nah turn no stepper, things a go better

Never let yourself be overcome by pressure

Cool yah me Bredda Have faith insteada

Sit down an watch em all a fight one another

Blaze like fire- nah go retire

God nah sleep and a him an inspire

We fa reach higher

A that him require

Haffa mek a mark before a time expire

 

And this hope

That keep me holding on

And on

And this hope

That makes me carry on

On and on

And this hope

That keep me holding on

And on

And this hope

That makes me carry on

On and on

 

There’s hope, yeah

Hope keeps it alive, yeah, uh

Hope keeps it alive, yeah, uh

And it strikes an iron, uh

Hope keeps it alive, yeah, yeah

Hope keeps it alive, yeah

Only the strong survive, yeah

Keep it carry on, keep it carry on, yeah

Uh-uh

I’ll keep it carry on, yeah

I gotta carry on, gotta carry on and be strong

Uh-uh-uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh

 

And this hope

That keep me holding on

And on

And this hope

That makes me carry on

On and on

 

………………………….by Shaggy

 

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December 10, 2010 at 8:35 pm

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All of the Above

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Tell me what do you see, when you looking at me

On a mission to be what I’m destined to be

I’ve done been through the pain and the sorrow the struggle is nothing but love (Nothing but love)

I’m a soldier, a rider, a ghetto survivor and all the above

All the above

Listen

Really what do you see, when you looking at me

see me coming from nothing, to me living my dreams

I had been to the bottom, I had suffered a lot

I deserve to be rich, heading straight to the top

Look how I rap for the block, look how I rep for the hood

I get nothing but love now that I come through the hood

Getting this fortunate and fame, money make all of us change

The new Benzs’ are white, call it John Mcain

How the hell could you stop me, why in the world would you try

I go hard forever, that’s just how I’m designed, that’s just how I was built

See that look in my eyes, you take all of this from me and I’m still gon’ survive

You get truth from me, but these rappers gon’ lie

I’m a part of these streets till the day that I die

I’m way hotter than hatters glad that I finally done made

Take a look and you can tell that I’m destined for greatness

It’s easy to hate, it’s harder to love me

Ya’ll don’t understand, ya’ll quickly to judge me

Put your foot in my nikes, picture you livin’ in my life

Picture you stuck in a cell, picture you wasting your life

Picture you facing a charge, picture you beating the odds

Picture you willing to bleed, picture you wearing this scar

Thank you for making me struggle, thank you for making me grind

I perfected my hustle, tell me the world ain’t mine

If you ain’t seein’ me lately, I’m a miracle baby

I refuse to lose, this what the ghetto dun made me

I put that on my father, tryn’a hope for tomorrow

When I think that I cant I envision Obama

I envision the diamonds

I envision Ferarris

If the world was perfect all my niggas behind me

AinIt you happy I made it, that I’m making this statement

Take a look and u can tell I’m destined for greatness

Now we gon’ talk on this spot

Or if I’m out on the block

I hustle hard cos’ it’s all the same (they know, they know..)

And you know that grind don’t stop just cos I rose to the top

And everybody knows my name (they know, they know.)

Ayyy

Still grinding (still grinding)

Still hustling (still hustling)

No more pain (no more pain)

No more suffering (no more suffering)

My ladies and my shorties and my thugs keep that task and that shine and the love

All the above

All the above

…………………………………………….By Maino

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December 10, 2010 at 7:49 pm

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Phenomenal Woman

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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies

I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size

But when I start to tell them

They think I’m telling lies.

I say,

It’s in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

 

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It’s the fire in my eyes

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing of my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

 

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can’t touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them,

They say they still can’t see.

I say

It’s in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

 

Now you understand

Just why my head’s not bowed.

I don’t shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It’s in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

The palm of my hand,

The need of my care,

‘Cause I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

 

…………………………….by Maya Angelou

 

Written by The BlueBird

December 10, 2010 at 7:14 pm

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Man In The Mirror

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I’m Gonna Make A Change,

For Once In My Life

It’s Gonna Feel Real Good,

Gonna Make A Difference

Gonna Make It Right . . .

As I, Turn Up The Collar On My

Favourite Winter Coat

This Wind Is Blowin’ My Mind

I See The Kids In The Street,

With Not Enough To Eat

Who Am I, To Be Blind?

Pretending Not To See

Their Needs

A Summer’s Disregard,

A Broken Bottle Top

And A One Man’s Soul

They Follow Each Other On

The Wind Ya’ Know

‘Cause They Got Nowhere

To Go

That’s Why I Want You To

Know

I’m Starting With The Man In

The Mirror

I’m Asking Him To Change

His Ways

And No Message Could Have

Been Any Clearer

If You Wanna Make The World

A Better Place

(If You Wanna Make The

World A Better Place)

Take A Look At Yourself, And

Then Make A Change

(Take A Look At Yourself, And

Then Make A Change)

(Na Na Na, Na Na Na, Na Na,

Na Nah)

I’ve Been A Victim Of A Selfish

Kind Of Love

It’s Time That I Realize

That There Are Some With No

Home, Not A Nickel To Loan

Could It Be Really Me,

Pretending That They’re Not

Alone?

A Willow Deeply Scarred,

Somebody’s Broken Heart

And A Washed-Out Dream

(Washed-Out Dream)

They Follow The Pattern Of

The Wind, Ya’ See

Cause They Got No Place

To Be

That’s Why I’m Starting With

Me

(Starting With Me!)

I’m Starting With The Man In

The Mirror

(Ooh!)

I’m Asking Him To Change

His Ways

(Ooh!)

And No Message Could Have

Been Any Clearer

If You Wanna Make The World

A Better Place

(If You Wanna Make The

World A Better Place)

Take A Look At Yourself And

Then Make A Change

(Take A Look At Yourself And

Then Make A Change)

……………….by Michael Jackson

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December 9, 2010 at 10:30 pm

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Dis Poem

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dis poem

shall speak of the wretched sea

that washed ships to these shores

of mothers cryin for their young

swallowed up by the sea

dis poem shall say nothin new

dis poem shall speak of time

time unlimited time undefined

dis poem shall call names

names like lumumba kenyatta nkrumah

hannibal akenaton malcolm garvey

haile selassie

dis poem is vexed about apartheid rascism fascism

the klu klux klan riots in brixton atlanta

jim jones

dis poem is revoltin against 1st world 2nd world

3rd world division man made decision

dis poem is like all the rest

dis poem will not be amongst great literary works

will not be recited by poetry enthusiasts

will not be quoted by politicians nor men of religion

dis poem s knives bombs guns blood fire

blazin for freedom

yes dis poem is a drum

ashanti mau mau ibo yoruba nyahbingi warriors

uhuru uhuru

uhuru namibia

uhuru soweto

uhuru afrika

dis poem will not change things

dis poem need to be changed

dis poem is a rebirth of a people

arizin awaking understandin

dis poem speak is speakin have spoken

dis poem shall continue even when poets have stopped writin

dis poem shall survive u me it shall linger in history

in your mind

in time forever

dis poem is time only time will tell

dis poem is still not written

dis poem has no poet

dis poem is just a part of the story

his-story her-story our-story the story still untold

dis poem is now ringin talkin irritatin

makin u want to stop it

but dis poem will not stop

dis poem is long cannot be short

dis poem cannot be tamed cannot be blamed

the story is still not told about dis poem

dis poem is old new

dis poem was copied from the bible your prayer book

playboy magazine the n.y. times readers digest

the c.i.a. files the k.g.b. files

dis poem is no secret

dis poem shall be called boring stupid senseless

dis poem is watchin u tryin to make sense from dis poem

dis poem is messin up your brains

makin u want to stop listenin to dis poem

but u shall not stop listenin to dis poem

u need to know what will be said next in dis poem

dis poem shall disappoint u

because

dis poem is to be continued in your mind in your mind

in your mind your mind

………………………………………by Muta Baruka

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December 9, 2010 at 9:26 pm

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Twi Pop… HipLife… TM for lyfe

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From Ghana All the Way to Zimbabwe

A million gun salutes ( U dey record)

Its R2B’s (give thanks to the ghetto youth)

Ratatatatatatatatata

We dey take you to urban

True, Dem say we dey rap like turbine

Refuse to be broke

Kill beats, this be for ma peeps

I hear say Payday not dey fit rap twi

E bi true?

U know dey see do ur homework Hommie

Ask about me

I get Kasahare degree

Yeah, and I really got it for free

Dr. Duncan, I beg tell them who I be

E no be this wannabeess,

Acting like Rap Mc’s

You dey Rap? I beg, Rap make we see

These days, class one rappers dey claim say dem open new chapters

Dem be de hardest

Dem be de baddest,

Dem be de this, be the that, be the subject

Dem be de talk of the town, be the target

Bra Tema na be hw3,

You be the Wackiest

You be the odd ones labeled in brackets

You be the jigaloo left in Jackets

You be the ones we dey spit on your casket

You be the fake,You be the faggots

You be the Babylon, Bone by Rastas

You be the enemy, real back stabbers

So den e be Jealousy behind the laughters ( Eye red)

We be loyalty over greener pastures

But still our success be the brightest

If u dey refuse to be broke, arise and put on your lighters

We get venom like vipers

And my past be your future

See me, see starters

With dem’a clusters,

Claiming them be rappers

Im from the projects dat dey scare your masters

You heard, the projects dat dey scare your fathers

I mean the projects dat dey stir the waters

Who be you?

We be real shutters

………… your mother saf dey like!

T.E.M.A. by PayDay of R2B Fame.(First Stanza)

Written by The BlueBird

November 24, 2010 at 12:06 am

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