5 Senses

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Eyes...

See the pain.
See the hurt.
See how life works.
See the blessings from above.
See GOD's love.
Read GOD's word.

Ears...

Hear the message.
Hear the song.
Hear of lifes wrongs.
Hear the words.
Hear the praises of those moving on.
Listen to the testimonies of the strong.

Mouth...

Speak of love.
Speak your story.
Speak of HIS glory.
Speak HIS word.
Speak the truth.
Talk to the elderly and the youth.

Nose...

Smell the roses.
Smell the daisies.
Smell the freshness of the air when the season changes.
Smell the fragrance of love.
Smell the ink while I write.
Inhale the Holy Spirit and exhale life.

Fingers...
Feel a kind face.
Feel the cheeks when they smile.
Feel tears as they roll down.
Feel the heart beat of a child.
Feel the strength of a helping hand.
Touch someones' heart as many times as you can.

In all my senses...
In all that I am.
I will give praise and glory to GOD!

~Flowriter

Where I Come From

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Where I come from?

Let me take you to a passage back in my youth.

You see the brother in that Cadillac,
bull horns in the front, got three women, and a gold tooth.
That's my uncle.

How about that dude over there?
Afro pick in his hair.
Yeah, the one with muscles, loves to rob, and hustle.
That's my uncle too.

That lady that you see, standing next to me,
short and fine, getting hit on by someone, but not paying him no mind.
That's my mom.

Now, come on in my house. Have a seat. Let this all marinate, enjoy the scenery.

Hear toes tap as jazz tracks flip riffs, smoke drifts, and it ain't no cigarettes.
It's just that herbal essence natural and pure.
See the people dance, women in hot pants,shaking and gyrating
All in my living room, like it's a dance floor.

Hear that brother yell..."Ay youngblood, just got out of jail"
Initiate a weird handshake,see slight move the hand makes
as he takes what the other brother had to sell.

Yeah, this is where I come from.

See the way that my uncle walk?
Hear him when he speaks? That's pimp talk.
He got a girl on each side and one behind.
Check him out, watch on his hand,
but making the girl tell him the time.
Pimpin'!

My other uncle, standin' over the dice game
Just got out of jail. It's ashame already contemplating.
I know what's on his mind.
Crime.

You see, I'm a product of this environment.
This is where I come from.

Flash forward, let's skip ahead.

See that dude on that block?
The one in the white shell toe adidas, black dickies, red shirt, and black hat.
Yeah, the one bending down goin' in his sock.
You know he sellin' rock and gangbangin' at that!
Yeah, that was me.

Doin' more dirt and had more money than I could fold.
Looking like a grown man, hair on my face, and arms that's swoll...only 16 years old.
Look at all my homies, most of them are mexican, only a few are black
Steadily tossin' up gang signs as we cross the railroad tracks.
Where I come from? Let me tell you somethin' about that.
Back then I would've told you S.Tray.P
And then would've asked you, "Where's your heart at?"

And that's all just a glimpse
Of the life that made me who I am,
but I still have more to grow.
Therefore, where I come from doesn't seem as important
as where I'm going to go.

~Flowriter

SEY

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Hey there sweetness.
How have you been?
It's been so long since I've seen your smile.
And right about now, I'd settle for your grin.

I remember when your eyes would light up,
your teeth would glow,
your hugs were overwhelming,
and your kisses... would steal the show.
You'd alert the whole house
"Daddy's home".

Boy, how time flies.
Look at you now and that you've become.
And you are only beginning,
I know that there's so much more that you're going to get done.

So independent, standing on your own.
I couldn't be more proud.
No longer a princess,
you are a queen and you deserve the throne.


~Flowriter

Just Saying

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"What goes around comes around".


Wishful thinking at best.

"Treat others how you want to be treated".

Trust me, you'll end up being treated like steps.

It's amazing to me the vile, rude, and outright disrespectful nature of people today.
The blatant liars, game players, and outright betrayers.

And trust, it's not the strangers!  It's those closest to you that hurt you the most.
To try to protect yourself, you don't allow anyone close.

Leaving you lonely, in a gang all by yourself, ain't got no homies.

So, you say " I'll be better.  I'll treat people good".
End up being a welcome mat for everyone in the hood.

But, it will get better.  This you should know.  With age, you'll come to a point
where the feelings, words, and thoughts of others won't affect your flow.

Eyes focused on the prize.
Mind fully set.
Body more than able.
And those who get in the way...
Let's just say, them... you'll forget.

No one pays attention to squashed bugs anyway.


~Flowriter

Okay, I'll Tell You Something

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Something real.
Something tangible.
Something of literal and emotional significance.
Something eye opening.
Something mind blowing.
Something relevant...
to before, now, and the time to come.
Something...
That you truly aren't ready for.

Being a "Black" American we have lost our culture,
lost our rhythm, lost our unity, lost our belief.
Raised to hate ourselves and disillusioned to believe
that "keeping it real" is keeping it street.

Which is ignorant.


~Flowriter

As If I Was The Only One

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Encroach upon my sadness
Peek into my misery
Dive into my emptiness
Experience my abyss
The place where you once existed,
but now fail to exist.

Heartache is my norm
Pain keeps me warm
Loneliness is my friend
And love...
Simply the emotion used to guarantee harm.

I move in truth,
but I'm directed by lies.
The twinkle in my eyes
Seems to be the glimmer that you despise.
However, it being there enables you to utilize...

Manipulation
Of the female persuasion
Absence of conversation
Only body language
And words said with hesitation...

I love you.

 As if I was the only one.


~Flowriter

Child of God

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Pay attention young man to what you say.
Pay attention young man to what you hear.
Pay attention young man to what you see.
Pay attention young man... Listen to me.

There's entities not of this world, but in this world.
They wish you only harm.  Possessors of persons,
a type of spiritual surgeons, influencing myriad of hosts
trying to distract you from your Heavenly Father
while giving you an eternally damning dose.
Of their poison, "Soul begone",
making you a puppet on their strings and their pull is strong.

But, there is a helper.
One that will intervene.
Wash away your sins,
cover you in His blood,
and make you spiritually clean.

Able to live a life of abundance.
No longer bound by your past.
Emotionally, mentally, spiritually, and physically... freed.
And to receive this gift,
No need  to beg, steal, or borrow...
All you need to do is simply believe.

And your old ways, lost days, and time not well spent.
Even if any of those reoccur,
His mercy and grace have paved a way...
all you need to do is repent.

Truly turn from that nature,
resist those sinful desires,
destroy all forms of idolatry.
Realize that nothing comes before Him.
And above Him, never make anything higher.

With you in Him and He in you...
You are imputed with His righteousness...
And through Him, there isn't anything that you can't do.
You are a son of the Most High.
There is power in what you say,
there is power in what you do,
there is power in how you move.
Your life becomes a witness to those that can not see,
a witness to those that did not know,
a witness to those looking for a more better way to be.
You become the Jesus Christ that they read and see.

Choosing this life does not come without opposition.
For the adversary is always looking for someone to destroy.
He has a plethora of methods at his disposal.
Not to mention, many worldly people and spiritual imps
that he does employ.
He will try to  reach you through t.v.
and even in song.
He will try through your computer
and any type of social media you may be on.
He will plant thoughts in your head to try to get you to react.
Anything to keep your focus off of your Heavenly Father.
Remember his job is to steal, kill, and destroy. But, first he'll distract.

So,

Pay attention young man to what you say.
Pay attention young man to what you hear.
Pay attention young man to what you see.
Pay attention young man... please.



~Flowriter.