Speak oh voice speak of my tribulations and trials
Speak of my endless nights in tears and heartbreak
Speak of everything that defines me as human
Speak of all the times I have felt alone
Speak of all the times i have allowed myself to feel shame
Speak of the times when i had no solution to my problems
Oh do you remember oh voice
when you wailed so loud when he left us
Or when you told all the neighbours of our family's loss
Speak of the time when no arms could hold me
because of the despair i felt
of the curse i felt that failure was my destiny
speak of the time when a change in environment
brought the change of season in my mood
was it merry?
No speak of the loneliness that befriended me in the midst of company
or the agrression that i showed loved ones because of the hate that was growing within me
speak of the passion with which i spoke
the desperate attempt to find favour in the wrong places
yes speak oh voice
speak as loud as you have in the past
before I found his grace
Shout oh voice
Shout of all the things you have believed me to be agrieved by
Shout of all the times I have fallen
Shout of all the intimidation that I closely embraced
Yes thats right
You can shout of the several attempts to be a somebody
only to come out feeling nothing but paranoid
foolish and sometimes desperate for the ground to take me
because all she seemed to breath my way was mist
Speak of when my future was nothing but a mirage
plagued by tortious thoughts
bombarded with agony and lamentation
when I forgot his grace was within me
Yes you can speak of all that
because today I sing of his mercy
today I sing of a better tomorrow
today I sing of a vision i see clearly
today I sing of a future I can almost hold in my hands
today I sing of the brightness of my smile
I sing of the optimism and the faith
I sing because I am not a friend of agony
but of tranquillity
I sing of a hope that today and tommorrow my people will not embrace
the pain of the past afflictions
nor will we be defined by it
Yes voice I sing of the optimism i have in humanity
that all of us will be blessed in his grace
soaked in his favour
I sing of the inspiration and the strength
I got from our hard times
for when one suffers we suffer as one
I sing of the understanding and esteem of which
we as a people will walk
the confidence with which we shall embrace our futures
because his grace is sufficient for us!!!!
Wednesday 29 February 2012
Never Duplicated
She stole my lyrics thinking if the ink is the same and the speech the same then she is in the game!!
she scribbled everyday till her fingers bled
till she bleet like a goat
and stayed up all night making calls to her soul
till her eyes were popping outta their sockets
just practising to write like me
Boy how she tried to walk and talk and even think like me
but that is one long journey to embark
Each time she tried she only got a slight imitation
that was never close to the original
only a mirage that was constantly slippin from her every grasp
an awful stench of desperation
Nanalicious....thats me
you aint nothing but duplicatious
a sad sos from the dungeon of empty expression
constantly enstranging you
from the reality of ur insignificant vapour
that only lives once again through the power of my words
She gave it one last try to write a fullstop like me,
how to get... that ..dot...mmmm... just rite but babygirl,
my signature
comes with a sigh
and the sound he reads along with that fullstop
can only comezedbeats.com from the O...oooo OO that my mouth makes
so when you busy ending like me???
look at his eyes and see the satisfaction he still seeks
To smile like me??...hell i got the perfect dumpling face
the smile that reminds him of his favourite african food
the timing of those parting lips that aim not for his smile
but to engulf his whole being
that when he sees it'
all he can say is 'wow!!you can kill someone with that smile'
so go ahead and write like me
speak like me and even try if you may to think like me
but to be me???????????
you will find that the ink may be the same but i aint no bic pen
the lyrics may be same but our HANDS are totally different
i whisk ,you work
i write, you try
and when he tired of your efforts
its my book he will be reading
she scribbled everyday till her fingers bled
till she bleet like a goat
and stayed up all night making calls to her soul
till her eyes were popping outta their sockets
just practising to write like me
Boy how she tried to walk and talk and even think like me
but that is one long journey to embark
Each time she tried she only got a slight imitation
that was never close to the original
only a mirage that was constantly slippin from her every grasp
an awful stench of desperation
Nanalicious....thats me
you aint nothing but duplicatious
a sad sos from the dungeon of empty expression
constantly enstranging you
from the reality of ur insignificant vapour
that only lives once again through the power of my words
She gave it one last try to write a fullstop like me,
how to get... that ..dot...mmmm... just rite but babygirl,
my signature
comes with a sigh
and the sound he reads along with that fullstop
can only comezedbeats.com from the O...oooo OO that my mouth makes
so when you busy ending like me???
look at his eyes and see the satisfaction he still seeks
To smile like me??...hell i got the perfect dumpling face
the smile that reminds him of his favourite african food
the timing of those parting lips that aim not for his smile
but to engulf his whole being
that when he sees it'
all he can say is 'wow!!you can kill someone with that smile'
so go ahead and write like me
speak like me and even try if you may to think like me
but to be me???????????
you will find that the ink may be the same but i aint no bic pen
the lyrics may be same but our HANDS are totally different
i whisk ,you work
i write, you try
and when he tired of your efforts
its my book he will be reading
Testimony
I have come through many hard tribulations in my life
and i know my song is no different from the next one
each one carries a burden according to their ability
and there is no telling how heavy or light
Only at the cross do we find solace
where you can pour your heart and soul
at the foot of the cross where we can find mercy
our burdens are washed always
Sometimes we wake up full of hope
and everything seems to go our way
your job school and family
we often become content with the feeling of always needing
always craving
always seeking
But the truth of the matter remains
when we lean on our own understanding
and think without him we are ok?
we forget he is the giver of life
and he can take it away
Go back to the cross
it is not only for burdens
it is not only for tears
it is a fountain of life
it is also for thanks giving
it is also a place to give him glory praise and honour
lest we perish.
Only at the cross do we find solace
where you can pour your heart and soul
at the foot of the cross where we can find mercy
our burdens are washed always
Commit all unto him
speak pf his goodness
and remember who held ur hand in those trying times
remember who consoled you when you had no consillor
remember who scoops you up in the knick of time
remember when you happy who constantly shares that joy
remember the cross
where his love poured on you.
and i know my song is no different from the next one
each one carries a burden according to their ability
and there is no telling how heavy or light
Only at the cross do we find solace
where you can pour your heart and soul
at the foot of the cross where we can find mercy
our burdens are washed always
Sometimes we wake up full of hope
and everything seems to go our way
your job school and family
we often become content with the feeling of always needing
always craving
always seeking
But the truth of the matter remains
when we lean on our own understanding
and think without him we are ok?
we forget he is the giver of life
and he can take it away
Go back to the cross
it is not only for burdens
it is not only for tears
it is a fountain of life
it is also for thanks giving
it is also a place to give him glory praise and honour
lest we perish.
Only at the cross do we find solace
where you can pour your heart and soul
at the foot of the cross where we can find mercy
our burdens are washed always
Commit all unto him
speak pf his goodness
and remember who held ur hand in those trying times
remember who consoled you when you had no consillor
remember who scoops you up in the knick of time
remember when you happy who constantly shares that joy
remember the cross
where his love poured on you.
Little Miss Analysis
She is never just in one place nor in one mind
little miss analysis
Thinking of tomorrow and the distant past
but forgetting to live for today
"Dont worry" she tells herself
Today will just be a history she can correct later
Miss analysis
does nothing but think
grand ideas that make her tragically weak
she has it in control in ...
her thoughts
but how do we handle her when she wakes?
Oh!!! but she is a grand advisor
She will give you an anecdote for all your troubles
She will smile and listen to all your problems
just make sure you come with more problems tomorrow
otherwise you shall surely ruin her
Miss analysis
lives temporarily
today she realises yesterday was too late
she has nothing to show for her achievements
its all in her mind
the feeling of failure begins to consume her
Oh well
something to think about again
the fear of never making it tomorrow buries her
the hot cuddle it gives suffocating her
Today she will date him
she may even love him
but trust me tomorrow she will give him her diagnosis
"Sorry sir but you too have the shitmen syndrome"
Yet she will fix your relationship in a giffy
she can identify your problems
so smoothly you wish she were your counselor
but miss analysis is
just a girl with a broken past
still trying to live
or find herself
by analysing you and me
IRREPLACEABLE
This was written for anyone that knows the pain of losing a loved one. You will understand when I say that they are simply irreplaceable but in the comfort of Gods promise we know he watches over them. It ended at calvary. M.T.R.I.P
It's been so long since you left us
yet today is the only time i have found the strength and words to
express the emptiness you left us.
On lookers say today is a day just like any other but
the memory of you bleeds like a gushing wound.
A day that tore the elastic of an elephants memory.
A single act was the straw that broke the camels back because
the love we shared i never thought would end.
Each day goes by and we hold you in our hearts and hell i
even laugh like you sometimes.
It's funny cuz for a moment you alive with me again...
and then like a lover abandoned am alone again when reality dawns...
now your birthday approaches and i still count how old you would be.
Tears well up in my throat as I choke on them for the thousandth time
trying to keep composure and
I vow once again that as long as i am alive you will be too.
We will grow old together because my mind has your
pictures
your smiles
and everything you treasured.
its your home and
my heart your sanctuary.
It's been so long since you left us
yet today is the only time i have found the strength and words to
express the emptiness you left us.
On lookers say today is a day just like any other but
the memory of you bleeds like a gushing wound.
A day that tore the elastic of an elephants memory.
A single act was the straw that broke the camels back because
the love we shared i never thought would end.
Each day goes by and we hold you in our hearts and hell i
even laugh like you sometimes.
It's funny cuz for a moment you alive with me again...
and then like a lover abandoned am alone again when reality dawns...
now your birthday approaches and i still count how old you would be.
Tears well up in my throat as I choke on them for the thousandth time
trying to keep composure and
I vow once again that as long as i am alive you will be too.
We will grow old together because my mind has your
pictures
your smiles
and everything you treasured.
its your home and
my heart your sanctuary.
Tuesday 28 February 2012
I Am AFRICA
Yes I know am black
and my shade is not completely even
I also know am stubborn
you can tell
because no matter how straight
my hair doesn't dance with the wind
I may be behind in technology
I may not understand your speech
It could be my strong accent
Or simply the way I speak
That makes you think me naive
And a girl u can cheat...suziba Mayo wa pa Africa
I may be backward
Because I don't do links
You may think me ancient
In my beliefs of self preservation
Yes I am africa
And Africa is me
My different shades
define my different seasons
depending on the plough
my harvest can be rough....Recognise Mayo wa pa Africa
My hair stays strong
because my mind never falters
each stubborn strand
is my arrow in battle
Yes I am Africa....Mayo wa pa Zed
I will not change for you
I was taught to be respectful
and denounce anything shameful...ishi e ntambi shesu
I was taught to be humble
and to submitt when need be
but to be a fool for someone
is against tradition.
So no!! I do not understand a link
Mother Africa taught me different
you cannot pee on someone's head
and then tell them its raining...uko ni ku pusa
I am africa
that does not make me backward
Simply those who enter my temple
Should be there to worship
My belief in self preservation
is why all over the world I have a strong nation.
Yes I am Africa
And Africa is me
slavery tried to cheat me
and see me as naive
but look at how my children learnt
and are having the last laugh
and one rules the world
so am a woman you can't cheat.
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