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Permalink Reply by Mommy Dearest on August 6, 2009 at 2:45pm

My Superman

It’s a bird! it’s a plane!
Who’s that jettin' with Mommy, in the Lord’s name?
He’s able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.
Hittin' the ground runnin'…Holdin' her and their kids down.
Faster then a speeding bullet.
But If you try to pull it…the trigger I mean.
Then you gonna really see he means…business.
When it comes to representing his favorite client.
So it’s safer not to try it…cause he ain’t gonna buy it.
If it ain’t laced up tight…Air Force 1’s…ice cream white.
He don’t take no stuff from sneakers…with scuffs.
Crisp and clean…fresh with new jeans.
wrapped in plenty of paper.
If it ain’t…that could be a deal breaker…called by the Maker.
To review contracts…make sure the facts.
All line up before…his crew ya sign up!
See he got x-ray vision…dissecting the previsions.
And if it need amending he’ll do the bentin'.
The man of steel…keeps it real.
If he don’t like it…he gonna let ya know how he feel.
His mission is to secure a fair and equitable deal.
Truth and Poetic Justice filled…it’s God’s will.
For him to protect the nobody’s of Smallville.
From all the Lex Luthor’s.
That make everything sound super-duper.
Thou all that glitters is not gold but the hype gets papers sold
My Clark Kent straightens out what’s bent.
Refuses to sale souls…to an industry that’s cold blooded...kryptonite studded.
He sees the bank roll as irrelevant…he focuses on Jesus.
Handling his Father’ s business…the way the Lord sees fit.
A reporter for the Morning Star.
Not impressed by your money…your house or your car.
Sent to try and save the planet…the devil cain’t stand it.
That’s why he always trying to throw kryptonite.
In the middle of the good fight…but that’s alright.
Cause his Savior came along for the fight.
Stretched across his chest is a blood stained letter…S
Tattooed on his heart…that’s where the new covenant starts.
Saved by God’s grace…you can see it light up his face.
ain’t no locomotive in the world gonna beat him in a race.
An alien from Krpton…a stranger that don’t belong…here.
But he’s not of this world…I know you envy me girl!
But I’m his Lois Lane…Mommy Dearest is my name.
23 years we been playin' this game.
Went through hell and high water.
We were fated by the Heavenly Father.
To meet on the streets of Metropolis.
Experience marital bliss…after all the struggle and the risk
The Lord taught us to live righteous.
If you upheld the vows and didn’t forsake them…honor them.
Seek him…for the kingdom will someday come.
See we were destined to be…Mr. and Mrs. Harley
Crammed in a phone booth.
Trying to change our clothes…save our souls.
That’s how superman and his girl roll.
And we don’t wait to we get in a tight squeeze.
Before we get on our knees .
And pray to our God...to make us a mogul and a star.
Yes he said he was gonna do it.
But first a Heavenly comet had to rip through it.
Knock it down and redo it…much better than before.
Made Clark Kent more…then just a superboy.
Now a superman designed just for…Lois Lane
Who’s no longer the same…now a virtuous…journalist.
Make you respect the dame…that got his last name
You can call me Mrs. Harley…A.K.A. Mommy D.
If ya see me…my superman is some where in the vacuity.

My man's got my back,
Mommy Dearest

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Permalink Reply by Mommy Dearest on August 9, 2009 at 6:47pm

Pass The J.

Hey lets…Light up the J…E. S. U. S.
And pass the twist
Ya might need a roach clip to handle this
The scripture I roll…is scrolled for the soul
Got em lick’n they lips…sniffing the spliff
Are you ready to take a big puff of this
Get your grown and spiritual on
Inhale and blow this earthly zone
Experience a supernatural high
Where you get lifted by…the spirit of the Most High
The one who engineered this roller coaster ride
Take a toke…beginners be prepare to choke
Cause the Word don’t front…it gives it to ya blunt
For all those who wanta stunt
Time to free yourself and get crunk…don’t just fake the funk
Stop messing with that laced junk…the chronic the street pumps
From the breath of God
I shot gunned and drug so hard…I saw stars
From the heavens above it was the best…there ever was
Or will be…it set my mind free…transformed me
Better then hit’n the weed…that had me so blind…but now I see
. like Jay-Z…my act is about to fade to black
Reality shows and movies on wrap
Cause I cut the crap…didn’t buy into the dime sack
I’m dealing some old other smack
The B. I. B. L. E. to be exact
I rip my papers from that stack
The Word is scribbled all over that
sit down with Mommy and hit that
Experiences the burning bush that
give Moses a contact
Had his head so high in the clouds
He didn’t hear the people down below going buck wild
Experiencing the scripture is an on going trip…man
So would ya please…pass the J , cause I am
No longer damned…to hells fire
Jesus took the whole joint to a higher…level
When he smoked the devil
Left death, in the dust…so I could trust…the Hand of God
To past the J and to me someday

I celebrate the pass over,
Mommy Dearest

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Permalink Reply by Mommy Dearest on August 9, 2009 at 8:52pm

Unplugged

I’m out of here!
The building is dilapidated and my spirit can no longer reside in here
Where the serves veers from the Word of God
When did the church become all about the façade
Deluded to thinking that a man can rob God
Of what He first and foremost commanded…to love Him with abandon
All your heart, mind and soul…and your brother like your own soul
That kind of love encompasses it all
What God planned before the fall…of Man
How can the layman understand…that which the Father Commands?
When God’s beloved…don’t show brotherly love
To even their own soul mates
Instead they let philosophies…separate
Cause us to emulate the devil’s… tactics…rein acted from the beginning of time
When the serpent planted the seed of division…into the hearts of mankind
Separating us from the love of the Father
Which has trickled down to his Son’s…the chosen ones
Fated to be unnecessarily hated
But like a Moses Soul...an amazing fish… for you sharks that don’t know
If you try to bite down on me…that critical jaw is going to get placed on hold
By the anointing I behold
I learned that one from my boy Joel…another hated on Moses Soul
Not ashamed to let the tears rolls
Let you see how he feels about his fold
For not even one can be lost
Because of the calling…folks like us got to answer to the Boss
Whether you like us or nail us to a cross
It don’t matter if you approve of us…for it’s in God we trust
If you ain’t feeling the message…I suggest you hit the dusty…trail…and oh well
only the Lord craves out the niche’ for each and every Evangelist
whether simple or complex…in sign language or a unknown dialect
Each man deserves his respect…just speaking the name of Jesus has a positive effect
so blessed is the one that comes in the name of the Lord
in the studio booth or a stadium floor…the traditional pulpit is but a metaphor
cause there was a leak in that old building and our souls had to move
I’m feeling the old Negro spiritual grove
But it’s time to remind the old school..that Christ is the only tool… necessary
When the bride and bridegroom marry…the exodus from the building will not tarry…long
But first they must dance to a beautiful love song …that should fill the hearts of man
If we repair the leaks in the church…we can…save souls
Unless love plug’s up the holes
The structure will fold…like the titanic of the old…testament

God bless your Moses Soul,
Mommy Dearest

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Permalink Reply by Mommy Dearest on August 14, 2009 at 5:05pm

Evolved

In the beginning God created heaven and earth
Or did the Big Bang Theory bring about the creation of the Universe
Was there ever an Adam and Eve?
Will the bones of Prime Apes make the faithful disbelieve?
In the Word of God…has science gone too far?
Because He gave us free will to decide who we are
A people that worship the Lord…or the IQ of our
Scientist and Teachers…Theologians and Preachers
Do we believe in Divine Power over charting the stars
Determined to know all that we are…and could be…through advance technology
Just maybe we can create our own destiny
Then sell it for a fee...unlike Salvation that is free
Astrology vs…Scriptural verses…Blessings or curses
When manipulated it all becomes pervasive
How can the study of Man...exist without first acknowledging the Great I AM
The artistry of the strong right hand
That’s the beauty of the sham…the reason many will be damned
Convince them..that there is no Supreme Power
Then the Son of God…couldn’t have died in the ninth hour
For all the world’s sins…therefore we remain separated from Him
The one who longs for us to evolve into Him
Instead the mine set of men is to figure out Him…In the attempted to rise about Him
For he who has the most knowledge and wisdom…wins
The right to say…“I’m a 100% sure it happened that way”
Their intention…is to beat God at his own invention
With all the facts and figures…beautiful minds remain disfigured
Never elevated to peace…a war like people…no better then savage beast
So barbaric we step over the homeless in the streets
And never think about the hungry when we have plenty to eat
An evolved mind...would never cross humanities boundary lines
For love would rule mankind…with the supernatural mind of Christ
That transforms a primitive life
Let the first commandment be the priority…the Bible be the authority
For God is Love…a spirit that reflects what once was...the first and the last
Evolution has not yet meshed into the Creators plan
There are universal secrets no scientist will ever understand
Why do we presume…we will entirely grasp
The infinite possibility…without the use of the first written script and cast
The best selling historical autobiographical…when I looked last…In my science class
We started with a working hypothesis…and that’s what the Bible represents
Filled with facts and evidence…that provides a basis for farther investigation of this
Just as valid as cave men and dinosaur bones.
Is an Almighty God that residences in Heaven and sets on a throne.
Spoke the world into existence all on His own

I refuse to evolve...into a know-it-all,
Mommy Dearest

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Permalink Reply by Mommy Dearest on August 18, 2009 at 11:41pm

The Lady in the Yellow Hat

The lady in the yellow hat
A replica...a honest to God, throw back
With a smile that resembles that
of the first woman, who wore, the Sunday, going to church, yellow hat
Then bore another, who's exact...image attracts
Passers by...those who, compliment or glance on the sly
Envying the way, she chocks it to the side...the twinkle in her eye
Beneath it's brim...decoratively trimmed...bows, flowers and stems
Weaved together, from way back when...passed down to the beloved
A of crown of honor, set upon the heads of them
Generations of Grandmothers, photographed in...Big yellow hats

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Permalink Reply by Mommy Dearest on September 5, 2009 at 6:56pm

I Love My Blackberry

My President is bold, black and beautiful
And I’m proud to say I am...too
So, why Hannity always gotta have a tude?
Elizabeth still getting her digs in on the View
If their ancestors survived four hundred years of slavery
They’d be happy too
Instead they crying the boo who…who
Would have ever thought
Barrak could text himself straight to the top
The Commander and Chief with a secured Blackberry…now that’s hot!
With your Harvard degree balled up in a baller’s knot
In your pocket…that’s how the next generation's gonna rock it
Emulating the dopest boy ever…in the oval office
Cause the people shot the eight ball in the corner pocket
And change fell out…as a milly…a milly…of spectators shout
"Yes we can"…elect a Black man
With celebrities and stars as bona fide fans
Everybody and they Obama Momma took a stand
Cried when he rose his right hand…took the oath of office
Two miles from where a Civil Rights Prophet
Said we would walk it…out someday...he had a dream they say
45 years later the prophesy is in play
We now hold these truths to be self evident…Obama gonna represent
To the fullest…3/5ths of a Black man was some old bullest…mess
The constitution cursed us as less…but we still got blessed
Like Khaled said…”WE THE BEST”
And as my Grandma professed
“The blacker the berry the sweet the juice”
God don’t make no bad fruit…the devils at the root…of that lie
Just open your eyes!
Baby...our President got a Blackberry...and he way fly!

I Love My, Bold, Black...and Beautiful Blackberry,
Mommy Dearest

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Permalink Reply by Mommy Dearest on September 5, 2009 at 6:56pm

I Love My Blackberry

My President is bold, black and beautiful
And I’m proud to say I am...too
So, why Hannity always gotta have a tude?
Elizabeth still getting her digs in on the View
If their ancestors survived four hundred years of slavery
They’d be happy too
Instead they crying the boo who…who
Would have ever thought
Barrak could text himself straight to the top
The Commander and Chief with a secured Blackberry…now that’s hot!
With your Harvard degree balled up in a baller’s knot
In your pocket…that’s how the next generation's gonna rock it
Emulating the dopest boy ever…in the oval office
Cause the people shot the eight ball in the corner pocket
And change fell out…as a milly…a milly…of spectators shout
"Yes we can"…elect a Black man
With celebrities and stars as bona fide fans
Everybody and they Obama Momma took a stand
Cried when he rose his right hand…took the oath of office
Two miles from where a Civil Rights Prophet
Said we would walk it…out someday...he had a dream they say
45 years later the prophesy is in play
We now hold these truths to be self evident…Obama gonna represent
To the fullest…3/5ths of a Black man was some old bullest…mess
The constitution cursed us as less…but we still got blessed
Like Khaled said…”WE THE BEST”
And as my Grandma professed
“The blacker the berry the sweet the juice”
God don’t make no bad fruit…the devils at the root…of that lie
Just open your eyes!
Baby...our President got a Blackberry...and he way fly!

I Love My, Bold, Black...and Beautiful Blackberry,
Mommy Dearest

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Permalink Reply by Mommy Dearest on October 18, 2009 at 2:30pm

Intimate Scrolls

You may search for the truth, in between poetic lines
On top of and lurking mysteriously behind
But only God can convict the hearts and minds
of the reader...seeker...believer
to realize the truth of the word
That out lives, any parable or proverb
Stories told...testimonies that intimately scroll
On and on and on...

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Permalink Reply by Mommy Dearest on October 20, 2009 at 7:36pm

This is for all the Momma's girls...let me encourage you, not to cast your pearls...upon swine
For you are worthy, whether your walking the red carpet or standing in the welfare line
Just biding God's good old time...preserving through the grind...because you self-wind
Tic-Toc...as the Granddaddy of liars mocks...gocks
at your hands on a pole, legs cocked...while you watch the clock
For a woman's work, can never stop...her from raising to the top
Lord, who would have ever thought?
Pennsylvania Ave, would have a Sister holding down, the big White House at the end of the block
Yeah...little Black Girls Rock...marry little Black Boys, that get elected President, named Barak
When they grow up and take stock...of themselves
Damn the devil and respect their nails...become palm readers, crucified to their selves
Bought and paid for...by a priceless Man-who-cured...the sick and raised the dead
Worth tying red ribbons around, every last little girls head...alive or dead
Playing on the White House lawn...or dodging bullets in their designated Babylon
Lord, a new day must dawn...or innocents will be gone...for ever...ever, ever, ever!
And that's a long time...for Momma's girls to be crying...the blues...beaten up and abused
by the system...when they dead and gone, we gonna miss them...so let no man dis them
Take the time to teach them...that charm is deceitful and beauty is vain
But a woman that fears the Lord is to be praised
So let us tie red ribbons around her braids...no matter the age
Stand up and collectively wave, them in the air...show God that we care
for every last one of Momma's Girls!

Mommy Dearest

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Permalink Reply by Mommy Dearest on November 16, 2009 at 12:44pm

Conduit

I'm content to represent the Hand that moves the whip and grips the axe...giving the instrument the power to react...I can not boast of that. For I've learned to lean on His Name...it's a privilege to be a cane that can not walk by itself. I'm as worthless as an Old Bible that sets on a dusty shelf. Until your hand turns the pages...its Divine message can not be revealed, to the ages. I'm proud to be a conduit...that lets the Spirit of God flow through it. I recognize without Him...I just can't do it!

The Hand that rock the cradle,
Mommy Dearest

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Permalink Reply by Mommy Dearest on November 18, 2009 at 10:55pm

Go Green

Who ever said, "it ain't easy being green"
Must have had a frog in their throat
Choking on that Sesame street dope
Kermit quotes and Jim, pocketed
A poor boy from Greensville Mississippi...career rocketed
Gone Richy Rich...off of a little piece of string and some green fabric
Here's a little recycled Henson logic
Let the Supreme Puppeteer, green back your project
Build an up degradable, crib
Where eco-friendly, women and men
Live...and act like DeCapero
Pushing a hybrid on the road, to fame
I may be a little green in the game
But one day Mom-me-dearest, will be a house hold name
When the Lord makes it rain...on the valley of the jolly green giant
Minus the hoe, hoe, hoes!
A girl gotta keep the environmental aspects of her soul...safe
Sow a green seed in faith...to the Most High
The One who protects me, from the greened eyed...monsters
Envious of all the little green boxes
that have become toxins...to video vixens...additions
Messing with the O zone...layer...professional players
Leaving carbon foots prints
On women, who were never meant...to be stepped on
Gotta em shooting 21 guns
Yes, mourners have sung...a green day song
Because McNair is now gone
Somebodies, husband and son done, passed on
Another one in a hole...do we really need another 17 teen more, to know...the truth
There's a tiger in a green suit, in all of us
If we just put our trust...in the Hand of the Godman
That created the organic relationship...keeping it real and authentic
So others can see the light...Green lantern bright
Not just scratching the surface...but remixing your purpose, here on earth
Let love reverse...Mother Natures warnings...take global warming to heart
So when you stand in front of the green screen...remember the unseen
The Big G. decides, whether any of your dreams...Go Green!

If ya feel a little froggy...take that leap, of faith,
Mommy Dearest

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Permalink Reply by Mommy Dearest on November 23, 2009 at 2:56pm

Stocks & Bonds

Mother and child, a bond I will soon know. Will it make me be so blind, I can only see you? See you as I want to....with no care of what is true. See you like no other...protecting only you! I promised someone Higher...that your soul was important too. So I'll see you through His eyes. And our bond will be made true...for I place my stock in The One, who created you.

There's security in Stocks and Bonds,
Mommy Dearest

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