I can't get it back, but
I don't want it back,
I Realized that,
He don't know how to act
Never been a dumb dude
No I'm not dense
I Just had a slight lack
Of common sense
I was the good girl
He was the bad guy
I'm thinking one guy
He thinking me, Pearl, Jamie and Kimmy
Yep he had plenty
But love for me, he didn't have any
I was inviting, hIM into my heart
But he was out riding in some other girls car
He was my night time, thought I was her star
Guess I was wrong, but see I'm strong
Wont take long for me to move on
Please don't worry bout me I'm fine
Only gonna play the fool one time
Trust me when I say
That I'll be OK
Go on BOY
Go on BOY
i do not need anyone to tell me i am great, like i said..as long as i still wake up in the morning God must still think i am...and let's face it his opinion is the only one that matters,so all the nay sayers can? yep! kiss my plump AFRICAN ass!
gone are the days where we dim our lights to accommodate others who refuse to shine theirs. i am what i am,i say what i say,you don't have to like it but i still maintain..YOU WILL RESPECT IT!
Love
So many things I've got to tell you
But Love I'm afraid I don't know how
Cause there's a possibility
You'll look at me differently
Love
Ever since the first moment I spoke your name
From then on I knew that by you being in my life
Things were destined to change cause......
Love
So many people use your name in vain
Those who faith in you sometimes go astray
Love
Through all the ups and downs the joy and hurt
Love
For better or worse I still will choose you first- Musiq Soulchild
It's sad how South African artists always complain about not being supported by their fellow people. I never understood until I started this blog, now I can sadly relate. I know black on black hate and let me not be a hypocrite because I am pretty sure I have also in my own way furthered it once upon a time when I was immature, but guess what? I grew up and so should you.
Hating, overlooking and belittling someone else's achievements is, lets face it childish. Bob Marley once preached the liberation from mental slavery, this is one of the things he was talking about. I once told a dear friend of mine that, people do not hate you and you living your dreams, they just hate themselves and the fact that they are too afraid to follow and live theirs. They hate you like a fat girl hates a fit girl, the fat girl does not hate the sexy girl because she is sexy, she hates her because she knows deep down inside she is also sexy too but she is too scared to be. People hate those that reflect and are not afraid to show the greatness that lies in everyone,including themselves.
I am sad and happy at the same time to announce that, although my blog keeps growing each day and I'm inundated with e mails that praise my work and inspire me to continue doing what I am doing, sadly these e mails and praises are from overseas and hardly from South Africa, where this blog is based and most importantly who this blog is for. Fact remains you can hate on me all you like, no one alive can suppress my shine, I will continue to shine brighter so my advice is you put on some shades,grab a mat and bask in my ambiance ans soak in as much as you can.
This is not only about me, its about all our artists who starve while we have the means to feed them.. Our culture,voice and identity is dying and we are contributing to this senseless genocide. I am talking about all the hustlers who wake up every day and do something to further their cause on this earth, the same hustlers who you overlook by not spending a mere 2 seconds following their links or viewing their various causes,which is free I might add,all because you're too lazy to start your own.
Keeping quiet and ignoring such would just mean I condone it and think it's right when it's not. Instead on hating on these people,hows about you try getting inspired by them? Black on black hate is what's wrong with this country,not the politics of the day. Colonisation took its toll on the nation,but that was hundreds of years ago now it's your responsibility to help in rebuilding what was broken. The soil is rich, irregardless of the blood spilt and tears that have fallen,plant something for the future generation to reap. Participating in this ignorance and pettiness just furthers in the now seemingly imminent eradication of a once great nation.
Kind Regards
Ms_Curvy
I call him my Lion King, a young royal. Let me tell you something, this man does not speak, he roars. He is my number seven. Ironic how, the number seven has always been my favourite number with it being my birth month and all,then he came and taught me its true meaning. Humble and enlightened,with an insatiable thirst for knowledge, he is a breath of fresh air. Funny I should say breath of fresh air, because that's what I got when I first spoke with him. I swear on my life every time he opened his mouth whatever came out and was formed by his lips was so refreshing,I was covered in goosebumps.
Everything means something to him, me included. When I am with him I don't want anything else but to stay close and listen to the heart beat,which he taught me to pay attention to, he took my hand placed it on his heart and said: do you hear how its beating? It's happy and overjoyed you are here. We purify each other with that fire that burns deep down and eternally. He causes me to smile just by the mere thought of him, my heart flutters and my toes curl.
I met someone who finishes my thoughts and lives in my head for all the right reasons. I learned patience and the art of dismissing thoughts which are not worthwhile. In other words he helped me to understand the power of my min and gave me the gift of insight on how to control my own thoughts and not let them engulf me or run away with me. The fact that he has found himself in this crazy world and he understands who and what he is just drives me insane, my mouth goes dry and my heart skips a beat. A man of minimalistic living, who is not a child of this world but of who his spirit belongs to.He is as humble and as shy as they get,praise is not what he seeks from people, but I am not people I am the 7 to his full circle.
Every superhero has his or her weakness, Samson had his hair and Achilles his heel, mine is his locks in all their glory. Running my fingers through them makes me feel like what I am and that is a woman, for those brief moments I get lost in time and in him. I know I have a very wild imagination, but not even I could imagine him, he is real and true to every letter of the word real. I never thought memories were all I needed to hold on to someone that and the assurance and promise that he is doing the same. They say you are what you answer to, if that's the case then I am a Queen, Empress and Ndlovukazi as he likes to call me, I own it because that's what my King knows I am. This is a jungle, stripes for stripes,spots for spots and this Lioness for her Lion.
Kind Regards
Ms_Curvy
So, presently
I'm standing here right now
You're so demanding
Tell me what you want from me
Concluding, concentrating
On my music, lover and my babies
Makes me wanna ask the lady
For a ticket outta town
So can I get a window seat?
Don't want nobody next to me
I just want a ticket outta town
A look around and a safe touch down
Can I get a window seat?
Don't want nobody next to me
I just want a chance to fly
A chance to cry and a long bye-bye....
