Seven Tracks from My Mind
How would it sound,,with my thoughts wrote down. Recorded, undistorted,
quoted, with a flow of a breeze,,inspired by me, intended to be,, a message
in a way of a dream,, how my life can be,, or how it's been......
This is the orginal message my friends.
SEVEN TRACKS FROM MY MIND..POETICALLY INCLINED, PROVEN TO ME, AAHH YEAH,
I CAN BE ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD THAT I WANNA BE...........( the hook).
As i drift and toss..from my inner most thoughts,
Some say that i'm crazy..some say i'm bugging out.
WHY OH WHY OH WHY ?..Cause i'm not about, to just set back and lay..
while i'm doing this time, And be content with myself..doing nothing
for my mind. i'm gonna find myself a way..to raise up out of this condition.
Brothers and Sisters please listen, i'm here on a mission.
To better my condition...................................( sing the hook).
I'm gonna do this and achieve..blessings from thee.
The most Merciful One..who's worthy to be, praise and praise alone..
cause this is his world. Please deliver this message..
to the young boys and girls.. I pray they take heed, and learn from me..
You can't beat the streets...............................( sing the hook).
Got to share my strenght and hope..with a generation trying to cope.
In this society..where murders have increased.
Youth crime is on the rise..now they realize.
Throughout communities..there's no special place to be.
It's spreading everywhere.." THAT'S RIGHT - IT'S EVEN OVER THERE ".
( sing the hook )
Let the message flow.................dedicated to the dollars..
dedicated to the smarts of the scholars..to the universities..
dedicated to the schools that need to see....the rules for prayer change..
dedicated to the brothers and sisters lost in the streets..
Dedicated to the poets like me..striving hard to change, it's a struggle
in this game doing my thang. Dedicated to the sisters, to all our female
listeners.. you know,,the Mothers home alone, raising her kids all alone.
Dedicated to the Programs..NO PROPS FOR THE PRO-SCAMS.
It has got to be real. Our people have hurted for years. Blood, Sweat, and
Tears, we are all cried out, no fears...............................PEACE !
Author & Poet Kevin Fulton