THE PRIZE

there is an old story
about those that reached the peak
and the unparalleled glory
in finding what they did seek
like birds of a feather
they stuck together,
in any climate or weather
uplifting each other



the road is long
the mountain is tall
if we stay strong
don't worry about the fall
with all our eyes
glued to the prize
we'll make it after all .
           Understanding

Sand people,
Clay people,
Both from the earth
Every day people,
Precious people
Have tremendous worth

Seemingly nothing in common
Yet each is like a dog without a bone
When they venture out on their own
There remains a phenomenon

Working alone, neither is quite fertile
But is blessed by fortune's smile
When they work hand in hand
Sand people
Clay people
Are beginning to understand

They are different from each other
They need one another
They can optimize their potentials
By sharing the bare essentials
Sand people
Clay people
Like a loving brother
Like a caring mother
Shelter one another
When woes rain torrential 
UPS AND DOWN

HOLDING HEADS HIGH,
DRAWING FROM OUR ROOTS.
EACH BRANCH, EACH STEM
WELL NOURISHED WITH TRUTHS.
BUT NO THANKS TO THEM.

WITH GENERATIONS OF HATE
HELL YEAH WE REMEMBER,
ALL EFFORTS TO DISMEMBER
OUR GLOWING PRIDE,
ATTEMPTS TO ASPHYXIATE
OUR AMBITIONS.
AND PUT OUT THE EMBERS

WE FELL, WE STUMBLED
BUT WOULD NOT CRUMBLE.
YOU SEE, IRONY OF IT ALL!
WE CONTINUED TO RISE,
CLEARING HURDLES,
BREAKING DOWN WALLS,
WHILE OPENING OUR EYES
TO SEE YOUR KINGDOM FALL.
POSITIVE MOVEMENTS
LEROY'S JAB

i am not one who claims to be perfect
in spite of what a lot of you think
why on earth would i subject
myself to all that scrutiny
if it's too frigid for me to swim
i still refuse to sink
i'll survive any mutiny

cut me limb from limb
mi still naa go unda
naa go dung to babylon sytem
so put dat inna yuh pipe
and smoke it mutha @#!$$$
THE PRIZE (original version)

Ancestors oft speak
of the numerous treasures,
just past yonder peaks,
too distant to measure.
To get that which i seek,
the joy and pleasure
beyond those peaks
I must endure pain,
Help those that are weak.
When there is slow gain,
i still keep my longing eyes
on yonder prize.

They oft speak,
incessantly wise,
about yonder peaks
that kiss the skies.
They would say
"Be patient, don't cry!
each new day
deserves another try.
It is a tough climb
and hard to go forward,
but in due time
you will get your reward"
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                Defiant

So many ask
The ask of me
Favours to be granted when expected
But any task
They ask of me
First contemplated, then rejected

Although I am a tall tree
The many years I have spent
Not wanting to resent
The lures of society
Has brought me down on one knee
While I'm being asked to repent

So many ask
They ask of me
Again even after I neglected
To do any task
The ask of me
Now smeared is that image once projected

Another look at the tree
So pressured, and is now bent
The deed done, no harm meant
Held high by society
Raised higher so they can see
Where all their efforts went

So many ask
They ask of me
After I carefully inspected
The penny task
They ask of me
Priceless me, won't be disrespected

This tree will bend but not break
So they, to mend their mistakes
Will have to ask
While showing respect
Then we can connect
To complete the task