Gavriella (patricia smith)'s Blog – August 2016 Archive (3)

It's like I'm a man

Spit, grab, sag

equal I'm a womb-man

home, cook bed-womb

it's like a spiders web

in June we two be wed

and all son-in-laws

be like when YAHUSHUA therefore

saw HIS mother, and the disciple

standing by, whom HE loved, HE saith 

unto HIS mother, Woman behold your son

then it's like: HE said to the disciple, Behold

your mother!  And from that hour, that 60 minutes, that moment

that…

Shuckin and jiving

Yes sir Mr. Bossman

Got me reachin for the prize man (and)

Try na get my massa's hired hand

off my missus back man.

Try na keep my child a while man.

As he takes my crops and house man.

Can i sleeps now mister boss man?

As he looks and slyly winks.

Chittlins in the kettle miss Dinah.

Thinkin nothins fine a

Now they eat with wine uh

Ain't that kinda…

Still counting as they took to sea in ships.

Still counting as they took our backs to whips.

Still counting as they shackled us as slaves.

still counting as we lay in watery graves.

Still counting as we try to rock the boat.

Ya'll counting as they sabotage the votes?

We're counting on our Eldest Brother to rise.

I'm counting on their looks of sheer surprise.

Discounting that YAHUSHUA is…