Control of Authority
By: Keith (Donyel)

How in this world can I ever feel I am going to win. When I seen a million men before me dreams blow in the wind. I look at the beginning only to see the end. I have been in the struggle to succeed since age ten. But then again I was not sure how my days would begin, and so I would ponder, as my days would spin. Over and over again I was looking for a hand to lend, someone to be in-touch with, and call a friend. Made no difference if it was man or woman, just that you could look me into my eyes and comprehend. Now days people just want to get out your way, because you might hinder them from making there pay. Nobody has time to play or to even listen to what you have to say. Unless your story is planted on the front page of the news, with your handkerchief out and your singing the blues. Or better yet you driving in some fancy car, with a fancy name, like some fancy star. Then they want to give you all the time in the day, because they believe you can help better pay. But better yet you just end up being prey, when you would have been better off on your knees to pray. Many of you will never hear what I have to say, because the false fallacies of your actions are in your way. Credit cards tucked in your pockets like a gun, and you feel getting into debt is a lot of fun. But God never intended for credit cards; you get what you earn so you must work hard. Now a life of debt has got you scared, you can't get even access because your money woes have gotten you barred. You might as well be feathered after you are tard, because you let the dream of money tare your dreams apart! Now you want to scream oh my Lord and cry for mercy, because the goodness in your heart has gotten thirsty. You feel the only way you can dig out of this hole, that if the Lord opens up a window blesses your soul. That kind of hypocrisy is getting old, its about time you stop the madness and take back control!