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POETIC FLOW
Bibles over Bullets
This is my heater
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This is what rides with me while strapped in my two-seater
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This becomes the air that I breathe when I need that oxygen breather
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When the world goes dark and light is unseen
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I pull out my strap and tell the world “2 Corinthians 7:14”
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The madness of which side we’ve got to choose all seems like a bad dream
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This is the reality we may live in, but I’ve implemented a different scheme
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One that doesn’t require AR’s, AK’s or a semi-automatic
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One that eliminates bullets raining down and making our world less traumatic
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The only weapons you refer to is on Isaiah 54:17
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No weapon forged against you will prevail, make your world more serene
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Proverbs 27:17 is perfect for forming your own team
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Reading Deuteronomy 28:11-13 becomes my way of saying “C.R.E.A.M”
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Want to spread your wings and soar to a new height?
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Isaiah 40:31 gets you inspired to take flight
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Choosing a side and answering with bullets are officially no longer in sight
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Because I’ve got the weapon I need to win this fight
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I’ll be happy to load up your arsenal as well
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Let’s put the guns and animosity away and fill this in a brain cell
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Instead of bloodshed, we can have spirituality flow through our well
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Bibles over bullets, let’s send violence and enmity all the way down to hell
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Tortoise and the Hare
Call me slow, call me weak, call out my nimble two feet
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Tell me I can’t go, say my future is bleak and tell me I’ll face defeat
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Share your skill, go ahead and brag, tell me I’m no match
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I’ll still go uphill, put your game in a bag and show you you’re the egg that wouldn’t hatch
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I grind until I shine, I go out and get mine
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Regardless of time, I’m all about refusing to fall behind
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Unlike you, I don’t fall asleep on no road
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Feeling sad and blue? Should’ve never slept on that road
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These nimble two feet? The ones you mocked?
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They got you to taste defeat. Now your morale is rocked
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This is what happens when you challenge me on a dare
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I’m living that tortoise life, I won my race and I don’t sleep like no hare
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(Editor’s note: the inspiration behind this poem came from a group of student-athletes from the Richmond/El Cerrito area, one of the worst places to live with a high crime and homicide rate. The kids are not only using the sport of football to get out of a crime-plagued community, but using the Aesop Fables’ book “The Tortoise and the Hare” as inspiration.)
My Rosary
You’re all-white everything, and you hang where I can see
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Before long drives, it’s you I look to before I flee
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Your presence alone makes this trip worth while
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You make me feel safe no matter the long mile
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As I put my foot on the gas, you never move or budge
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And if I have a grudge, you swing in front reminding me to not judge
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From place to place, you’re always within eye sight
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From city to beach, you keep me alive from day until night
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The key stars the engine, but it’s you who keeps me afloat
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Even if I feel like I’m treading, I look to you to give me a positive mental note
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No matter where I go, you’re always riding with me
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You’re my No. 1 passenger, always riding with me, my rosary
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From The Ground I Rose
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From the ground I rose, was once down to my last nickel
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Put my trust in my circle, but some got exposed as fickle
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Demanded for cash, then wanted me out
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Trapped inside my car, hate and frustration forced me to shout
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Nearly wept and slept on concrete, that could’ve been my permanent home
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Where was I going to eat or live occupied my thought process in my dome
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But a door swung open, was given a new ceiling
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Slowly but surely, in came a new healing
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From the ground I rose, discovered a place where I started at 25K
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Living that dream job, Monday through Saturday
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Doing what I love, adjusting to a new city life
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Married to the game, this job was really my wife
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But a lack of love was given back to me in return
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Was snitched on and told “I’m not good enough,” officially left out to burn
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But instead of leaving my career dead and out to dry
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I’ve risen and evolved, while they self-destruct and cry
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From the ground I rose, once woke up with a strange pain
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Couldn’t walk or move, felt the hurt in every blood vein
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My fists can’t close, can’t get out of bed
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Thoughts of ALS crept inside my head
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Would I ever move again? Tears flowed as I asked that in my mind
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Would I ever do what I love again? Didn’t want no death certificate to be signed
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But through prayer and strength, a death nail got blown away in a breeze
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Walking and moving, now a survivor of Still’s Disease
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From the ground you can rise, no matter how hard you fall
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No matter if that obstacle is a hurdle or a wall
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Survived poverty, unemployment and a virus
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Faith and perseverance can get you to overcome any crisis
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Just got to trust and believe, put the gloves on and scrap
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Even if you fall, it doesn’t mean you’ll stay in the trap
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Failure or success, only one can get chose
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Failure can’t keep me grounded, because from the ground I rose
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