Truth falls short when love is absent from class

Truth falls short when love is absent from class
The class where you were taught by a belt on your ass
Easy come, easy go this lesson in fleeting
So we sit and listen together
Wednesday,
Knights at a round table meeting
Only the painted picture of Heaven looks like hell
You decide your own heaven
But when you live in the world today that can be hard to do
Open your arms, bend down to your knees and give praise to the Lord
True
Then close your eyes, dream big, we must create a bigger future
Still, Past Present and Future are all the same
the people don't change the price of the game
Be true to yourself and you'll always go far
Go off on your own path and you'll have fun wherever you are
but don't lose yourself, cause you cant back track
no take backs
do the math and your path will lay exponentially in front of you
Tip your head back and enjoy the ride
because where we are going, you won't decide
Time flies... inside out
Outside in time wins
Tuesday Morning were born on 12/9
All in all, it was a good year for frogs
We loved once and lost all
If we never ever lost, we would not be as good as lovers
The world is my home
It's like a good song, never wanting it to end
Replay that one track from a CD of whackness
Replay that track and change its tire
Remix the slow jam until your feet cant help but moonwalk like MJ
Remix those words that ebb & flow throughout your floating mind
It's shameless, certain so called comedians shall remain nameless
As said truth falls short
When it is absent from class
And we came full circle like a flash from the past
So always speak truth to power
Never mind reputation, concern yourself with character
Always be positive
And love one another
... Bitches

We be to soul like key be to lock

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Today is Movement Appreciation Day

I appreciate a movement that builds
I build appreciation then move on
I protect and guard it like the Pentagon
"The Yasin Oda Show" is the Bomb
The movement, perhaps disguised is not yet gone
Fueled by the blood of visionaries who desire change
And floods from the centuries that erase our names
With appreiating ourselves the movement will progress
And with progression it avoids depression
I'm meant to move with the truth without coincidence
To hate is to be stagnant therefore embrace the movement for that is love
The move moves, flourishes, an permeates the air
Constant, cyclical, and growing stronger by the year
The movement is a metamorphosis and the world will never see change like this
Until I speak up and profess truth
But that takes more courage than I confess to write
Or re-right my wrongs
So we people walk and talk this life to lyrics we call songs
Hoping that metaphors convey the feelings we never had the courage to say
Bring movement to the seats, to the streets, to your feet
Praise the lord mac mosesilow
Love is unconditional, love me as I love self
A soon as we come to understand life in all forms
The sooner we will learn to understand each other

your 5 senses are powered by your sixth sense
Understanding
Whats on the other side, lets look over and see,
The grass looks greener to me

Ya need to take that movement... and move ya butt out my face!
No... not you, baby. You can bring that beautiful mind over here
The movement is us.