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You Will forever Be Missed HOW DO WE BELIEVE? How do we believe? That you are gone How do we believe? That life’s thread is torn How do we believe? Even when your body has been shown, And the autopsy has been told, That our dear is gone home How do we believe! Tell me how How do we believe? That death chose WinnerLynn How can we believe? That it is destined For such norm and tradition

ANGEL Flying Close to GROUND She died, Her body on top of that car Tears from heaven, can’t be dried, It’s an angel’s death heard from afar Softly she’s been cuddled, By the UN automobile The whole world starts to unravel, Why those lovely eyes are sealed Was it because she couldn’t make a good wife, Was it depression? That cut through her like a knife, With suicide as the answer to her question

CHRISTINE C’est vous que je vois, Une mère extraordinaire Que je dois faire ? Évidement votre hospitalité est rafraîchissante- comme l’eau que je boive Sûrement, vous recueilleriez, Le fruit de votre travail Et quoi vous exigez, Dieu vous écoute, aujourd'hui et l’au-delà

LEGAL HUSTLERS You called it the gutter, We called it the ghetto You wanted butter, We had gold You have no right to be the judge_ To criticize and condemn, And no yardstick to measure. Because in the hood, True homies make you feel good An unexpected birth, Worst of a ghetto child But trust me, he is cute and mild A substance of worth, Nothing to destroy his mirth Once again you are no judge, Jury or executioner, Telling them their lives are on the edge Who is to say they are right or wrong, To live their life as an outlaw all along.