The devil is a LIAR...consumed by the desire
to raise higher...then our God
So he works extra hard...to tear the Beloved apart
"Skin for skin"...there's a Job that lays within...Godly women and men
Able, to like Christ ascend...to the Father
In difficult times, stand fast and pray, even harder!
And rebuke those who say, "way bother"
Because the Lord, rewards those who, humble themselves and gravel
at His feet...a double portion of prosperity, they will eat
After he lifts them to their feet...for in fear of God,sickness will treat
Thou the experience was, bittersweet
In the end the devil got beat...down by prayer and belief
That God will give relief...glorify and defeat...the enemy
My President is bold, black and beautiful
And I’m proud to say I am...too
So, why Hannity always gotta have a tude?
Elizabeth still getting her digs in on the View
If their ancestors survived four hundred years of slavery
They’d be happy too
Instead they crying the boo who…who
Would have ever thought
Barrak could text himself straight to the top
The Commander and Chief with a secured Blackberry…now that’s hot!
With your Harvard degree balled up in a baller’s knot
In your pocket…that’s how the next generation's gonna rock it
Emulating the dopest boy ever…in the oval office
Cause the people shot the eight ball in the corner pocket
And change fell out…as a milly…a milly…of spectators shout
"Yes we can"…elect a Black man
With celebrities and stars as bona fide fans
Everybody and they Obama Momma took a stand
Cried when he rose his right hand…took the oath of office
Two miles from where a Civil Rights Prophet
Said we would walk it…out someday...he had a dream they say
45 years later the prophesy is in play
We now hold these truths to be self evident…Obama gonna represent
To the fullest…3/5ths of a Black man was some old bullest…mess
The constitution cursed us as less…but we still got blessed
Like Khaled said…”WE THE BEST”
And as my Grandma professed
“The blacker the berry the sweet the juice”
God don’t make no bad fruit…the devils at the root…of that lie
Just open your eyes!
Baby...our President got a Blackberry...and he way fly!
I Love My, Bold, Black...and Beautiful Blackberry, Mommy Dearest
You may search for the truth, in between poetic lines
On top of and lurking mysteriously behind
But only God can convict the hearts and minds
of the reader...seeker...believer
to realize the truth of the word
That out lives, any parable or proverb
Stories told...testimonies that intimately scroll
On and on and on...