Q-TIP - Even If It Is So

Ronny Jordan - After Hours

J88 (Slum Village) The Look of Love

PRESERVATION OF THE CALL(HER NAME IS PURPOSE)

I just want to disappear out of this atmosphere

Sometimes, questioning….Why am I even here

Just to be verbally abused

Accused without reasoning

Seasoning my soul with the harshest of darts served

Holding tight…..A bit un nerved

To preserve sanity, rattled a bit…..As I sit home alone this late night

A bit disturbed……..A disruptive cause planted to pause

A cause created to test……To second guess my growth

Questioning my second chance for advancement

Enhancement I see……..As I meditate………Awaiting the words to ease my soul

Toil away with me……I cease……A whisper so clear…..I need you to speak

Drowning away as if I have been swept ashore

Sore, off balance……Malice intends on rearing its evil head instead

Destitute……….The shell that I now dwell

I may as well be left for dead…..Soliloquy of dread

Voices holding conversation, manipulating the going abouts rambling thru my head

Lost within the confines of solitude……madness runs rampant…..Many manifestations

I toss

I turn

I burn

I ache

The voices

They scream

Telling me

I told you so

No life jacket within reach

Beseeched…..Reaching

Gasping for air…..Warfare looms the air

This legacy must be preserved

The voices

Screaming

Let go….Give in

These are pleas uncommon for a sane man

To be damned, I guess this is all part of the plan

Only so much one man can take…before he breaks

Right In between the breakthrough…..The perfect plan

To expand……To reinvent

Still, these voices I hear

Out to conquer, devour….Just to see me away

I can’t give way

I can’t allow residence

No way…..You cannot stay

Remove yourself from thee

This is not to be……My mind shall go free

This time Is my time

Fighting for destiny’s call

Nothing will stall, I stand tall

You shall surely fall….

Withering away like decay

Not this day, you cannot stay

Forces devised to create division

Invasion without persuasion

Never allowed permission

Grabbing a hold, I take decision

To preserve

To protect

Holding to my vision

Releasing words of wisdom

Escaping this mental prison

The mind can be a prison, holding to useless tools

Not me, not one to dwell amongst fools…..

Living life by my own set of rules……

My mentality’s girth from birth

The center of joy….Smelling the sweet scent of Mother Earth

Giving greater understanding

Its all in the planning

Firmly girded…….Captured amidst Her spell

In unison……..*deep sigh*, the sweet aroma of Mother Earth

Determined she is……To preserve my worth…………..

MY PURPOSE

PREDESTAINED

PREORDAINED

DISGUISED BY PLEASURE

DEEP SEATED PAIN

Once written………eleviating all evil remains

Nothing formed shall have any gain………..

PURPOSE DRIVEN

NOT TO BE HIDDEN

HERE, PURPOSE REMAINS

Copyright(c)2011 Roberto Denaro Styles

Fat Jon - "Your Purpose"

MC Eiht - Love 4 Tha Hood

LOST AND WANDERING AIMLESSLY......

As each hour passes thru the midnight hour........Time seems to walk right past me.....Restless as I begin to toss.......As I watch the clock keep turning......

What is it about this desire.......this fire inside my loins that keeps burning.....

Sometimes I wonder......Do I even qualify....Or is it safe to say, that all ...of this is nothing more than a lie........

I don't know what it is that I am to believe........Amongst the vultures.......seeking there prey......Awaiting another victim to slay.......

This game we call life..........Brings more venegence than a woman scorned.......

My heart grows torn........Since I was born.......I have been torn........Right smacked dab in between........Trying to figure out what this all really means.....

When I suffer........I suffer in solitude......Confined, Silently, I dwell alone......

Alone with my thoughts........Spiritually, I have grown conflicted.......Closing the doors of my heart.......Or the love that used to dwell within me........

I just need to know from you........Why did you put me here in the first place.......

What is it really about........Compeating in this rat race just to find your face....

Me Angry.......I suppose.......Why must it be me that you have chose to expose to the multitude.........In a sickened, sin stricken existance......Trying to find devine healing......

To be all the way real.......I have lost my zeal.........Life has lost it appeal........

This is not the way that I should feel.........To differentiate......To discover.......Only to find that it is my heart that needs to heal.....

I need you to reveal yourself to me........I need evidence that is substantial........I need proof that this is my call.........I want to fall........I want to throw in the towel......My heart is tired.......My soul has grown weary.........Trying to define theory........I just need to know.......I need you to show......That you do hear me.....

I call to you in the midnight hours.......My vunerability.....this time has gone exposed......

Yet, why do you choose for me to win......Though I can find nothing left within me....

How I be of help.......Why do you keep me......Perserving me on this journey, so that I can rescue someone else.....

Lord......this is too hard for me.......I still hold strong.......As the night goes along.....Or at least I try to appear that way.....

I just don't know anymore........I just don't know.......Simplify this for me.......I really need you to show.....

I need you to be my caregiver.......I need escape......I am trusting you with all I have, knowing that only you can deliver what my heart so desires......

I can only do so much........I need to feel the touch of your hand.......I need to experience thee......Open my blind eyes.......I just want to see again.....

Open my heart.......I just want to be me again.......

I just need to know.......Where are you hiding.....Where must I find you......

Restore me Dear Father........Recreate this vessel.......So that I may breath again.....

I am just one man.......I am just one........I am asking you.....I need you to come....

Give me rest.........You said in your word that your yoke is light and your burden is easy........

I know I have more than fallen short.......If I was to go to court......I would be guilty as charge.........

This rage within......While seeking my true devine......My only friend.......To the heavens and thru the earth, I go to all ends.......

Seeking you......So I can make amends........I don't need a lecture.......I need my source, My devine protector.......

I just one man......Just one.........So why should I feel as if everything thus far.....Has been nothing more than a waste.......I really need to see your face....

Allow me to lye in greener pastures......I ask you.......Let today be that day.......

I need to know you Lord........I need to hear what you have to say......

Nonsense is the only thing that seems to make any sense......

I just need a sign......I just need evidence.......

As I go about.........I must admit......I wanna quit.......I have so many doubts.....

As I go about..........I will also admit.......I need you.......Its you I can't do without......It is you My Lord, I cannot do this without.......




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