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Break the Cycle (from my book 'Thoughts on Rocky Places, Among Thorns,Along the Path and in the Good Soil)


Break the Cycle


Life is like a process
we all gotta grow, this is my test
gotta keep my cool like a ice chest
but the Black man's living in a crisis

I was born into this cycle
born to play this game like I'm Micheal
never meant to win but we tried to
life is kind of short like a haiku

man I wanna be a novel,
God speaks in first person to involve you
pay attention when He calls you
when He speaks gotta increase the volume

drown out the voices
He speaks clear over stadium noises
we need to check our sources
and stop make ignorant choices

The birth of true manhood
placed on the shelf like a canned good
cause no one could describe or could handle
so the truth was blown out like a candle

Daddy bring the matches
and teachem' bout the One who is matchless
if we can get water from a cactus
we can teachem that it's gonna take practice

enjoy this new life style
find peace when the world is going wild
even though we suffer for a while
in the storm we can even crack a smile

Be strong and courageous
cause walking in fear is contagious
fear can come in many different stages
we're so dependent on the true Rock of Ages

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