Cornell 'RappinGrandaddy' Harris aka 'RG' Poetry (May 21,1945 / Aiken County, South Carolina)
I Am A Want To Be Prayer
I Want To Be so much Lord
More than I can think, more than I can afford
You say in your word, 2 Peter 1: 3
Every thing belongs to me
I feel that inside with some intensity.
I know I can’t do myself nor anyone else any good
Unless and Until I live the greatest life I should
I must take hold of each day To-day and make it mine
While learning how to stand the test of time
I trust you Lord to show me where I’m going
To show me why I exist...To show me the reason I was born
I’m not alone in my need to succeed, to stay away from weed
In my need to stay away from crack cocaine and drinking
To sow my seed to impact the sane with 3rd dimension thinking
Lord I Want To bless, I Want To encourage somebody else’s success
I Want To inspire, I Want To light people’s fire,
I Want To increase a sense of desire in our community
By encouraging a sense of responsibility for the hostility and aggression
That has become an obsession against each other even though we are all brothers.
Many times, we’re too engaged with R-A-C-E, Race
Living at a distant P-A-C-E, pace.
However it is telling that R-A-C-E, Race
Requires a new spelling for us to be inspired,
R-A-C-E, R-Reality, A-According, to C-Color, has E-Expired
Okay, I am affected by this black body
That some men might call old, and weak, and shoddy
But I say to them, mine is just as good as yours
With skin that has pores which are really doors
To spiritual power to begin a New Awakening in this hour.
So whether young or old, white or black, It’s all Whack!
My body is just dirt given birth by Mother Earth
Whose true worth is the Want To Be inside
Inspired to help others since we're all brothers.
We are family and I am A Want To Be.
That’s my call! Aren’t we all? Aren’t we all!
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