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Angel 01/05/03 You are called, Louise, Linda Mary Ann and Tiffany The names you go by are many Wife and Mother are another The one that describes you is Angel No other hands have wiped away more tears Or stilled so many fears You fill so many shoes Alone and in the dark, you cry the blues So many times your heart has been broken Then kissed away with words unspoken A woman, is who you are But, what you are is an Angel

It Can Never Return 01/09/03 Early one morning Before the sun dared shine through our window I watched you sleep I knew this was a moment to savor Because once gone IT CAN NEVER RETURN The rollers that you wore Made the hair that I adore Bend to your will The scent of the creams and oils That caress your skin Swarmed my senses Only a woman can keep age at bay I live for this moment Because once gone IT CAN NEVER RETURN If I could live my life for a single moment It would be a moment like this At peace with you At peace with the world Basking in the memory of why we are together Before the world demands our attention I want to savor this moment Because once gone IT CAN NEVER RETURN

America 01/12/03 America the beautiful, the segregated The land where different is hated The land of amber waves of grain Where every grain stands for someones pain From sea to shining sea Millions beg, don't forget me For purple mountains majesty We helped build this country Please don't turn your back on me AMERICA My fathers owned this land He taught me to be a man How to respect a woman He taught me to live and forgive Now all I see Is a land of no courtesy AMERICA Together we stand Even on borrowed land In the land of milk and honey Where is the money AMERICA, God shed his grace on thee So what does that do for me AMERICA

Freedom 01/17/03 There were four Perhaps many more Four men let loose Four men escaped the hangman's noose Believe what you will The system used over kill Four will not die Four will cry Freedom Families relive it again Will their pain never end They didn't buy a ticket on that rail But look who catches all the hell Listen to the tale I have to tell Before you slam the bars Question those who wear the stars Some beg for justice Four begged for Freedom

SOMETIMES I WONDER 01/24/03 Sometimes I wonder What it would be like To go back in time A time before we debated Do guns or people kill A time before gasoline Was worth more than gold SOMETIMES I WONDER What it would be like To be a few hours old And left on a curb Shielded only by a plastic bag What would it be like To give life without a life What would it be like To be snuffed out Without even a name SOMETIMES I WONDER Why me, in the land of we Oh my, if I could understand why The light of the Church Fell into darkness What would it be like To be unemployed by the stroke of a pen What would I do then Where is the rhythm and the rhyme The ebb and flow SOMETIMES I WONDER

Who Gets The Check 02/25/03 Who can forget 9-11 When the deed was done America rose up We stood hand in hand All across this wounded land Was there any doubt When the cry went out WHO GETS THE CHECK We stood back and said "oh well" When the deeds in the Middle East Were too terrible to tell We stood still When the one fabric we hold dear The cries of families Fell on deaf ears Then came the cry we fear WHO GETS THE CHECK On the eve of retaliation Fear runs deep across this nation Because one retaliation Begets another retaliation And so on and, so on And so, before we go on Let's ask the question WHO GETS THE CHECK "Who Gets The Check" is really asking, who is going to be blamed for this? Who is going to pay?

The Land Of Opportunity 02/17/03 I suppose someone in my family Was a slave They had one work ethic Work or die And so they toiled In a place called THE LAND OF OPPORTUNITY And so, those work ethics Were passed on Though somewhere down the line The penalty was less sever Or, so I hear In a place called THE LAND OF OPPORTUNITY It became a mark of respect To have the opportunity to work Though a day off Was something cherished I would guess that slave thought When the night came The day was off In a place called THE LAND OF OPPORTUNITY To have the opportunity to work Is a wonderful thing To have the opportunity To have and to hold To send my children to a private school To keep my family warm Against the winters cold In a place called THE LAND OF OPPORTUNITY Makes me wonder why Someone would say In this free country I have the opportunity Not to work To stand here on this corner And get paid In a place called THE LAND OF OPPORTUNITY

I'm Not Dying To Love You 03/02/03 I've heard of a love like this Long walks and, long deep kisses There are too many things I'd be missing I'm not going in that direction I've got to use some protection Listen to me, I want you to see I'M NOT DYING TO LOVE YOU I want it to be Just you and me I want you to see Sharing is not caring My heart, you won't be scaring L'M NOT DYING TO LOVE YOU I need protection From all directions There is no correction From my neglection I know there is a thrill To the feel But, let's get real I'M NOT DYING TO LOVE YOU Let's get real about AIDS. You don't have to die. Practice safe sex.

War 03/16/03 A President, though he may summon or still our fears He is not a deliverer Why should we allow him to lead us Thru the desert for forty years Surely, not for something as simple as WAR An old bespeckled man, wearing a toga And walking with a cane Told a nation that practice yoga We do not need a conquering army Tell them, to leave us alone And go home We do not want them here anymore, we do not want WAR A young lawyer lead the fight to be free So, he was sent to prison, for life if need be He said, no matter what you do I will always be me After twenty-seven years of degradation He became President And lead a nation without WAR A young entertainer without fear When a nation was at war Stood and said, let me make this clear Hell no, I won't go He was stripped of all the belts he wore He asked, why do you hate me so I simply said no to WAR A young Dr. said, "Let Freedom Ring" Let's love one another Let's live together on Gods' green Earth And praise, The Almighty King Let's close the door on WAR

Who Gives A Damn About Saddam 04/23/03 It's a struggle to keep a roof over my head It's up to me and, me alone To keep my family fed I've seen grandparents in their golden years Who have to step up and, raise a toddler or two The autumn of their lives should not be filled With tears and fears So I ask you WHO GIVES A DAMN ABOUT SADDAM The economy is turning around, it's coming up Well then, I guess those people in the unemployment line Simply gave up A brave American once said "give me liberty or, give me death" A brave and defiant act I wonder what that brave American would say about The HOME LAND SECURITY ACT With the weight of that on your back WHO GIVES A DAMN ABOUT SADDAM A large company, laid off more people than the population of my home town As you look around More and more people are saying There are no jobs to be found So many people are waiting for the big turn around There seems to be more crashes on the stock market Than at a demolition derby There is no pain, like a pain in the pocket So now, I ask you WHO GIVES A DAMN ABOUT SADDAM