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Some folks claim to really know God

The pastors, the preacher man, the priest in synagogues

They use the Bible as a weapon to strike down the unjust

Proclaiming one day the world will burn with fire, and we’ll all be turned to dust

Trying to persuade me to believe ALL things they say are true

But my mama once taught me that the devil knows the Bible too

So instead of believing in man I choose to believe in Christ instead

And it ain’t my job to save mankind, just those who want His helping hand

Some people make God out to be some type of monster

Who will strike down and kill us all

With no mercy, no understanding, no willingness to hear us at all

But in my heart Christ has always been a merciful man

Who forgave a murderer before his took his last breathe and died right beside Him

Oh trust me, there will be hell to pay for those who choose to cross Him

That shed innocent blood, used his name in vain, and doubt Him

As for me, I can’t say that I’m a guarantee “shoe-in” for heaven

But while I’m here, I acknowledge him. I just pray that I get to heaven.

But I’ve never been seamless in character and occasionally I do get scared

I worry when I’m not supposed to, and sometimes gave into fear

I mess up all the time and even cursed out of frustration

Had some bad behavior and fell into temptation

And still have the nerve to walk in church on Sunday morning

Singing “Hallelujah, Praise Jesus!” like my life is just so perfect,

I bet God looks at me sometimes and shakes his head

Saying, “What kind of child did I create there?”

Well Lord, I guess I’m the definition of an unperfected Christian

That prays you love me anyway, and sees my heart and not my horrible decisions

I would love to tell you that I will never do it again

But you and I both know I’d be lying

With that being said, I now have a message for all you preachers and spiritual souls,

You God-loving church folk, and the “sometimes-I-go-to-church” individuals,

You may not realize, but your closest thing to a Bible that most people will ever read

And if you call yourself a Christian don’t be so quick to judge me

Cause I’m pretty sure that if I opened your closet, some skeletons will surely fall out

And you’ll be standing there dumbfound, trying to justify it, or lie your way out

So instead of the unnecessary back and forth on whose right and what’s wrong

Let us just agree that we’re both some messed up souls

But together we can unite and find more unworthy Christians

And teach them that God loves them too, and how easier life will be if we follow by His submission.

All I ever needed was a blank page

The only thing I would use to express my rage

When I was angry with the world

And no one would understand

All I needed was this pen in my hand

All I needed was a blank space

Whenever I looked at my face

And tried my hardest to love what the mirror showed me

This pen and pad was all I had to hold me

When it seemed life around me was folding

It was on a blank I envisioned my dreams,

Like the first time I fell in love at age 16

And I wrote what I thought I knew was love; singing about “forever” and “angels from above.”

My first heartbreak taught me to write the word, “sorrow.”

And when I was down on my luck, I’d write God for some faith to borrow

My confidence with my words would eventually grow with my vision

And whether I made good or bad decisions,

My words have become my best way out

Telling the truth of what my story is about

Where my pad is my canvas, my pen is the brush

My lyrics allow you to see the light in everything I touch

Whether I enlighten a corner of your mind, or steal a piece of your soul,

Only my words would know.

Every morning as I’m getting ready, I purposely leave the bathroom door open for him to see,

I love to turn around and catch him staring at me,

From the way I style my hair, to the red shade I glide across my lips,

The rise of breast in my black bra, or how my panties fit so well around my hips

A simply morning routine that causes him to stare and admire,

(And he wonders why I take at least and an hour),

I turn my ass his favorite angle, just to make sure he can see,

And while he gazes I let his imagination run free,

He never admits exactly what he’s thinking, but I sure do love the look in his eyes

As he moves them down slowly, watching my brown legs and thighs,

It definitely makes it harder to start my day, 

Knowing all I want to do is lie next to him all day,

But for now, I guess I can be satisfied as he stares from across the room,

But I’ll be home soon.

I consider myself Queen among many things,

My brown skin, my dark hair, my gold, hoop earrings,

My loud mouth, my big voice, my full round lips,

My brown eyes, these huge thighs, my round breast and hips,

I consider myself Queen among many things,

You’d have to admit, you never seen such a beautiful being,

The essence of dark beauty, God’s blessed and marvelous creature,

More complex and mysterious beyond my physical features,

I am the temperate soul of your grandmother,

The loveliness of your mother,

The sassy attitude of your sister,

And the passion of a devoted lover,

The most intimidating figure, with peasants that mock my style,

Wishing they possessed a melanin so golden brown,

I consider myself Queen among many things,

I can hypnotize your mind in the way my hips swing,

The taste of my lips will make you remember every tender kiss,

And if I leave you alone for more than a moment, it is my love you will reminisce,

I know what you’re thinking, “She thinks way too much of herself,”

“Who is she to think she is above everyone else?”

When I came to realize my worth is bigger than your expectations,

I broke all barriers and showed the world my greatness,

My stance remains sturdy, without a single doubt,

I giving no living soul the authority to take my crown,

So when you approach me, bow down and give respect,

Or the Queen will have your neck.