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HBCU  DAYS (Everybody)

We don’t always wear our HBCUs on our sleeves

We could be in the same crowd and not know it

But we keep our HBCU where it matters, inside our heart

Where it truly counts, where the blood can flow it.

 

And no matter what life has planned for us;

Regardless of the path, pursuits, purpose or direction –

The Lord made an 11th and commanded us

to always keep that HBCU connection.

 

I speak of a connection born or friendship,

Of common trusts and common traits

I speak of a connection, eternal, continual

Blessed by God and destined by fates.

 

Sistas, for our brothers, our HBCU was our Cyrano –

There was no true love we could not conceive

We knew we could be your Adam

We knew you could be our Eve.

 

See, you knew us when

Before the clubs we joined

Before the phrases we coined

Before the fraternities that made us

Before the salaries society paid us.

 

And we know you knew you too

When the outside world thought you studious

We were feeling your confidence

We were appreciating you.

 

We knew you before your rise

Atop the crystal stairs

Before the weight of the world

Before the heavy lifting, the cares.

 

That was then and this is now

And though we’ve gone our separate ways

Our life, our love, our dreams

Will always be influenced by our…

 

HBCU DAYS.

          Hamptonian (The thorough sisters)               

I’m biased and I’ve tried not to be-but,
the most thorough sisters are from my Home by the Sea-
It could be something in the water
but Hampton’s sons and daughters have a special blessin’
It’s like we were taught the same lesson
Underneath the same Oak
Like we are equally yoked

I might get in trouble for this,
but I’m writing from stream of consciousness
And my conscious made me speak the truth
Hamptonian women, they’re in the Bible-they’re like Ruth.
They’re the truth-courage and compassion
Kindness whether kinship or not
Sisters that will not be dismissed; sister that will not be forgot

In my mind we are a special breed
Like we’ve been blessed by God to succeed
Like that gravy, baby has an ingredient
If you didn’t go to Hampton, you don’t understand what that meant

I told someone that if they put 150
Hampton women and 100 Hampton men in the same place
we’d have the recipe for world peace, we’d save the human race

Like mad geniuses that can’t cross a Circle
We graduate as Stefan (even if we start as Urkel)
And the sisters-real life triumphs without the drama
They make us who we are…Barack was just Barack before Michelle Obama

Like the best personalities that ever existed
But don’t get me wrong, don’t get it twisted
I know that no one is perfect on this planet
But are those sisters are in control, like Jackson, Janet

And so I say to those from Kennedy, Kelsey, VC, Twitchell, Modulars and the rest
You’ve done more than get the grade-you wrote the test
For how to be the best!

I Never Made You Cry (The good guy bros)
 

He came- Bearing a killer smile,
head to toe in style,
got your number,
said he'd call after while.
You couldn't wait to get your digits dialed

He came- Bringing poetic rhapsody,
slinging melodic melodies,
whispering sweet nothings
that were never really nothing at all.
How fast did you fall?

He came. So was it he or the French wine
that was nothing more than Mad Dog in disguise?
Love had made blind your eyes-
blind, deaf and 'sho nuff dumb.
Come on girl-he's not the one.

He came.

And while you were singing his praises,
he was clocking your raises
brother trying to skim
while he's hitting the trim
but it's cool, cause you love you some him.

He came - Wining you, dining you
Taking notes and outlining you
Licking you, flicking you
And just when you thought he'd be picking you

He came - and then he went

And after all your love was spent.
Dayum! Here I come.

Like Haley, I found you.
Like Rodman, I rebound you.
But now you were angry,
pushing your pain on me,
Feeling disdain for me...

But why?  I never made you cry.

Still, I empathized cause I'd felt that same pain
So I strategized to remove your rain
and take you back to your former style
For where once had been a flower, exotic, wild
Now stood a confused girl, a rigid child

A sponge, absorbing my love and never getting wet

But why? 

I never made you cry.

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