Letter to the King

Black Queen

By Street Cries

 Pardon me queen i see you doing your thing by all means

Taking care of your seeds with or without a king

Strong is your sprit hard times you dont fear it

Even when your sick the strength in you i hear it

I understand you just want to love and be loved

I know God protects you with his love from up above

I see you go through rough days and nights

Still you stand with power and might

Doing all you can to treat others right and nice

I pray that you recieve all the life and light you need

Cause theres no dought that you are truly a queen

Letter to the King

BY STREET CRIES

MY SEARCH FOR ANSWER LEAD ME TO YOUR BOOK OF LIFE FEELING CONFUSED AS DAY TURNS TO NIGHT

GUILTINESS OF THE ACCUSED DIMS MY LIGHT

AT TIMES I DON'T KNOW WITCH WAY TO CHOOSE IN THIS FIGHT SPIRITUALLY ABUSED TRYING TO DO WHAT'S RIGHT

I LOOK TO YOU TO LEAD ME THOUGH WHAT I GO THOUGH

MY TRUST IN YOU GROWS AS YOU PROVE TO SHOW UNCONDITIONAL LOVE THAT I AM BEGINNING TO KNOW

YOU OPEN MY EYES TO LIGHT THAT I SEE THANK YOU FATHER FOR PLACING YOU HANDS ON ME

MOLDING ME TO BE THE TYPE OF MAN YOU WANT ME TO BE GLORIFYING YOUR NAME AS I RUN TO MY DESTINY

SEARCHING FOR SALVATION RECIPE

AFTER ALL I HAVE DONE YOU STILL SEE THE BEST IN ME AT TIMES ITS HARD TO BELIEVE YOU'VE FORGIVEN ME

BUT YOU CONTINUALLY SHOW ME YOUR LOVE AND GRACE COVERS ME FOR THAT REASON I WRITE PRAISE POETRY FOR THE REST OF MY DAYS GIVE YOU THE GLORY

I KNOW YOUR POWER GOES BEFORE ME

Rich Man Poor Man

By Street Cries

As snow flakes fall to cover the side walk my people get tired of the side talk

Work for me You won't be financially but at least you put a couple gifts under the tree

At least you can get your car fixed while I pull off in a new mercades

Oh ya make sure you fill out the paperwork for welfare I will have my secretary sign it while I set by my pool in Bellaire

Have you ever been there you can smell the sweetness of success in the air

How is Jamal doing I almost cried when I heard someone was at his school shooting

Thank goodness my son goes to the same school as the son of Patrick Ewing

You can stay in my guest house if you thinking about moving Rent free that's the least I can do for someone who works for me

I was going to stop by but that part of town is too rough for me I wanted you to meet my daughter she just got her masters degree

So she can take over the business after me

LYRICAL LET LOOSE

My poetry is past the peripheral of most mcs Blind to the fact heat sensor cant see me Tried of proving the points so iam like this is three dee My mentality is more than skin deep I need more than bread when i eat They say i give more off my life than a peek Nike shoes but still wet feet It takes more than pain to break E fifth letta spitta voice of the unheard i was born to speak Peace to Vex da diamond from the street Picture me staring out of train windows at those who sleep on concret Police gathering where black inner City kids meet Evidence of the systems defeat While the rich spend poverty blood Money at city creek Iam painting you a visual of how unique My processes be Jango vigilante watching the hands of da man trying to stop family from being free But my son suffers from unknow allergies Therefore i am gonna get what i came for Knowledge of the wise trips to the airport Businesses do you understand how focus the fifth is How rich my gift gets My blood line One...