Mama's Last Nerve

Everybody in this room
Has heard the tale
Of a body part
Owned by older females.

It ain't got nothing to do
With reproduction or curves,
But we all know it as
Mama's last good nerve.

We done all had our triflin' asses on it
At least once in our lives,
And we got stabbed with that look
That cut worse than knives.

And we were given two seconds
To get the hell out her face,
But yet the speed of light wasn't fast enough
To give her her space.

She'd be saying stuff like,
'Uhn huh, keep letting out them sighs,
I'ma beat your lil' ass,
Keep rolling your eyes.'

There was no time out,
But your time might've been up.
You was out of your mind,
And shit outta luck.

You had fifty-leven chances
To get your act and your shit together
'Fo she introduced your triflin' ass
To a switch or piece of leather.

Cause she brought you here,
And she could take your ass out.
It didn't do you no good
To beg, cry or pout.

But no matter how many times
She may have pissed you off,
You still run to her
For your headache or cough.

You still run to her
When your cash flow is low,
And expect her to find answers
To things you want to know.

Sometimes take her for granted,
Sometimes put her last,
But can't nobody else disrespect her
Cause you'll be whooping that ass.

But most of us turned out okay,
And some were actually served,
By Mama's quick tongue, and Mama's quick hand,
And Mama's last good nerve."

Sunrise

Bright, red-orange, circle
Fireball in the sky,
Today's new beginning,
For night has gone by.

Rising out of the gray-blue
Sky of the morning,
Black clouds swirling round
Like an ominous warning.

Red-orange clouds,
For now, they too are on fire.
The fireball is erupting
As it climbs higher and higher.

Hot, boiling magma.
Molten lava illumination.
Bright, red-orange sunrise.
Beautiful sensation."

Sometimes, I Wish I Cried Blood

The tears pour from my eyes,
In bright light or cold air,
Can't stand the cool breeze,
Or the harsh, blinding glare,

So, my eyes are constantly running,
And no matter how hard I'm trying,
I can't stop or prevent it,
So, it seems that I'm crying.

And, as I watched the sun rise,
With it's bright orange and red,
I thought about all of the tears,
I had shed.

And as I complained of blurred vision,
And the fact that I couldn't see,
I thought about all the blood and tears,
That once, were shed for me.

I started wishing I could re-cry
Every tear that He cried,
To give validation or creedence
To the reason He died.

I wished I could absorb,
All the hurt and the pain,
So the world would know peace,
And freedom again.

Cause I don't want us to die
In a great fireball or flood.
Just want us to know peace.
Sometimes, I wish I cried blood.

I, My Personal Profile

Well honey, here it goes!

I'm not as young as I used to be,
And baby, the creaks in these old knees,
And my bedroom eyes aren't quite as clear,
And these days, I hear what I want to hear.

I have bizarre dreams,
And I probably snore,
And my housekeeping,
Well, I wouldn't eat off the floor,

But while I am not some fine young thang
All dressed in the latest fashion,
I was born a gifted soul
Full of talent, full of passion.

I am jeans, tee shirts, and baseball caps,
I am crude humor and dirty jokes.
I am wild hair representing my wild inner child.
I am wild laughter until I choke.

I am warm streaming sunshine.
I am sweet lemonade.
I am the cool gentle breezes
Of backyard shade.

I am a lover of music,
Of rhythm, of word.
I am all shades of blue.
I am the flight of the bird.

I am best friend and confidante,
And tomboyish rough play,
And I am warm motherly kisses,
At the end of the day.

Well, that's a summary of who I am.
That's my character. That's my style.
And maybe we'll hang out sometime,
If you're diggin' my profile.