I am trippin’ off of you And the things that you do, And the way you talk, The way you talk, Baby it’s such a delight
Monday’s child raised up in the mo… Away to school for another day. Tuesday child makes ready for anot… Making the best of what that may c… Wednesday’s child in the middle of
to my wife Vanessa A. Jenkins Sweet as honey That’s what you are to me And even more than words to say To have you near every night and d…
the heat of the city feel it what a pity for the brothers and sisters who have 2 come to work for a living a… living in the city
I use to hear them say “Letting those golden moments roll… But how much longer of a delay Or should I stay strong? Either way the clock ticks in time
Life goes on The mistakes are gone Times of remembrance are past The clock ticks on and on. I was born, I lived, I die,
I sing a morning song That the robins do sing. I sing a morning song That you hear the church bells rin… I sing a morning song
Brother, Lover, Poet, Freelance writer, Son,
Just in case you get this message Be sure to tell it to the sister Who’s down and out Who’s lost their way, Who no longer have hope
Nighttime love Daytime dreams while Afternoons delights us And the evening rolls on and on Until the next cycle
to Tice, Sherry, Pat, Simone, Ma… Girls to the end No matter what No matter how, We are sisters to the very end
The soul of Jazz Where Jazz is soul And the soul of Jazz is within Bringing back the days old Where Jazz was Jazz andJazz was…
Just when the day wanes longer, Legs and body not get any strengt… Memory short and not clear, Times of ending days near. Hair turns from gray to white,
Survival In a world that owes you nothing And yet they say they do. Give or take a thousand or two Yeah take NOT give
