to all of us that have lost people they love


debra lynn


walls from an ancient time
trapped inside, no wings to fly
where do you hide from your own mind
release me early, still along time
my skin itches from inside
despair the origin of my decline

my clothes are to big, hiding from eyes
confinment within i'm cracking outside
starting line. wont reach to win
trail is winding , tired of finding
relief will come when i am cold...

black rain floods my soul and mind
drowning is painless, that would be fine
black rain floods my soul and mind
can't grab onto, nothing to hold

dont let myself get sick again
find way to keep happy till then
looking at ruins, when will it end
dont think of her much anymore
foundation built on graves of clay
if rain washes away,i want to go to

god i hate you for taking her away
she was my baby, loved her everyday
you killed her but made me stay
look at me wasting praying to die
we all take our own passage thur
how bout you, can i follow you

black rain floods my soul and mind
drowning is painless, that would be fine
black rain floods my soul and mind
can't grab onto, nothing to hold

debra lynn was my oldest friend
she was my lover, wanna see her again
night after night i start and begin
no one to cry to, no days to spend
.written by crazyhorse
[This message was edited Fri Apr 30 10:40:08 2004 by crazyhorse]

Great stuff, crazyhorse!






clap on clap off!
[This message was edited Fri Apr 30 10:43:31 2004 by 2the9s]

very beautiful

very beautiful

That touched my soul.. Very real.

My love to you...

AndGodCreatedMe & Anotherlove4u both unknowingly got me thinking
more clear on how to bring my thoughts together.So thanxxx everyone...

crazyhorse said:

ANLToo has a way of doing that....shes the greatest.

crazyhorse said:

you're welcome, anytime

again, thats awesome work !!

and, im sorry

crazyhorse said:

CRAZYHORSE I AM SORRY FOR UR LOSS , BEAUTIFUL POEM

Thanxxx everyone...

crazyhorse said:

I know what you mean

Thank you that was beautiful

Very thoughtful of you CrazyHorse and thoughtfulness is a virtue.

crazyhorse said:

You keep calling me AnotherLover4U but I'm AnotherLoverToo, silly!!

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[This message was edited Fri Apr 30 17:57:42 2004 by crazyhorse]

R. Kelly - I wish Remix (one of my favorites)



Yo’ what up my nigga
You know I was in the hood
I just thought I’d stop by
Holler at you for a minute
Pour out a little liquor or some’in’

Nigga we done been through a lot of shit together
From runnin’ these streets to bein’ down for whatever
And now that you’re gone I got a whole lot of shit to
tell you
Things I should’ve said way back when we was younger

Remember when we used to roll hand in hand
And now I’m trippin’ on how I really miss you, man
And remember when you and me would say
We’d get up out this hood and everything would be okay

It’s all good now (My nigga)
We out the hood now (Mmm)
We had the same ideas, but not the same careers
We shared the same old laugh, and now the same tears

You were my homie, my sconey, my Roni
My nigga and never placed no bitch before me
Man, I sear to God I love for that shit
Why’d you have to get hit
Where was I, what time was it

You were supposed to get older with me
On stage, hands on shoulders with me
Coppin’ them Range Rovers with me
Sittin’ on thangs and smokin’ trees

And if it wasn’t for the will that God had made
I’d turn back the hands of time and take your place
Sittin’ here sippin’ on this Hennessy
Just thinkin’ about how much you meant to me (My nigga)

Even when you’re gone you will always be my nigga
When you went home I’m still missin’ you, my nigga
I’m feelin’ like the timing was wrong, my nigga
I know you’re smilin’ down sayin’ carry on, my nigga

Some times my nights can get long, my nigga
Some times I feel God did me wrong, my nigga
So I had to write a song, my nigga
Just to let you know that you’re still my nigga

I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I)
I wish, I wish, I wish

Little son is lookin’ at me like, "Where is my daddy?"
And your 13-year old daughter is mad ‘cause she
understands
Promised your mama I’d take care of the family
But she’s so hurt, she turns away my helpin’ hands

Damn, I wish your ass was here, my nigga
To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my nigga
And we would talk about you gettin’ up out this game
And you would tell me how it keeps callin’ your name

(We used to ride-ride-ride)
Never afraid to (Die-die-die)
But some times we (Cry-cry-cry)
Askin’ the Lord (Why-why-why)
They’re tearin’ down these projects

We were homies for like 20 thug years
Sat in church and cried the same thug tears
You remember when Vibe World Premier
How we used to share the same old gear

And remember when you and me would say
We’d get up out this hood and everything would be okay

(It’s all good now) My nigga
We out the hood now
It’s so easy for folks to say, "Rob, just live on"
When I’m dyin’ every second that you’re gone
Nevertheless I try my best to be strong
Hopin’ you said your prayers before you went on home

When we stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze
We’d slapbox dead in the middle of streets
And if a fight broke out, you would take up for me
You’re all I have left of these ghetto memories

I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I)
I wish, I wish, I wish

Uh, uh, yo’ dog, I can’t explain how I miss you
We stayed together, coppin’ cane, poppin’ pistols
I miss you most
Puttin’ the doo rag over your bean head
Even out the hood on the scene you brag (Whoa)
Comin’ up off the fiends for bags
Runnin’ up out the cleaners, drag
You was the closest nigga I had
Look how we stayed aces
Hustled, made big faces
I wish we could trade places
Fuck givin’ you ice, I’d rather give you life
And the things that I had, I’d give you twice (Oh,
yeah)

So what the deal, my nigga, I know you holdin’ it down
If you could see me you would say I’m talkin’ soft
right now
But it’s hard for me to see when I’mma see you again
And I know it’s fucked up, I gotta talk through this
pen
But you’d died for the love of the dough
The love of the block, 16 you was runnin’ the spot
Boy, your mama used to hate how we stood on the curb
Hangin’ with wild thug niggas, smokin’ the herb (Mmm,
hmm, hmm)
I’m gonna keep pourin’ this liquor and that’s my word
This here is for niggas that be flippin’ them birds
(Oh)
Word up!

Even though you know you will always be my nigga
(Whoa...whoa...oh...oh..)
Even though you’re gone you will also be my nigga
I’m feelin’ like the time when I’m high, my nigga

I’m feelin’ like time
I’m strung out, sayin’, "Radio, please don’t take the
nigga out this song
Let it play on, go on, on
So I had to write this song, my nigga
Just to let you know that you’re still my nigga