Showing posts with label Self-Control. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Self-Control. Show all posts

Thursday, August 27, 2015

If black lives matter...

If black lives matter why aren't we marching in the hood?

If black lives matter why don't we call for all blacks to do good to the hood?

If black lives matter we need to stop the robbing in the hood, instead of trying to play robin hood.

If black lives matter, so many black dads wouldn't be duds.

We are begging for the other races to fix our problem.

Truth is, they may be the cause, but let's unite our kind under a common cause.

The kid's guide to being black is robbing, killing, playing sports and showing their draws.

And then we want to blame the kids for breaking the laws?

True, they exaggerate probable cause...

But our race is bleeding more in the hood, so let's pause.

And go and take back the hood, because it's creating the bulk of our flaws.


Tuesday, December 30, 2014

#42

Bill Cosby, the black american dad.

The story that the media displays is bad.

If the story is true, that's sad.

All of the misfortune to our community,

Did someone ask the question you never ask?

You know? What else can go bad?

But something that media cannot take away

Its how you helped raise many generations today

The Cosby Show, Fat Albert and Little Bill

You, my sir, got the triple play

You portrayed a positive image of blacks

Not the image that the media has, which is wack

Your alter egos deserve an award or plaque

But I pray the rumors aren't true because

................that may set us all back.



Friday, August 8, 2014

#25

A world at peace, is it such a far fetched dream?

As I plot out schemes with members of my team, our conversations about things to come, and goals to achieve often drift to thoughts of a world at peace.

Do know about being so attached to an idea that it keeps you up at night?

Human suffering at this stage in our long history on this planet is plain evidence of greed causing violence, that's hidden out of sight.

I toss and turn at night knowing so many people don't have a place to lay their head down at night.

While others live so lavish.. is it because the poor don't know how to play the game?

Is that humanity's fatal flaw? Are we living out our lives like a character in a play penned by Shakespeare's paw?

All leading up to that final curtain call..

I often awake from dreams where I've solved the fatal flaw. But only to forget it as soon as I get up and yawn with my jaws.

We can write our own script, we just have to learn how... just control the little voice that you're reading with now.