Before I go let me let you know that Maze and Peabo are how I rose to realize the groove I never showed to the uninitiated to my timetable flow.
Sax with guitar strings are my new old love thing the LORD wants me to usher and crush on for more to believe cause it’s the freedom we seek so….
Here we go… LOVE’s the air from the anointed’s megaphone.
We are not here alone.
In a minute, if you remain resolved to win and inspect the venom to rightly send it,
black won’t make the widow wack.
It’s the nature of the comfort to strike then relax with delivered purpose out of the gunny sack.
Black birds on the verge of a melody to screech their whirl lends a song to the decay of this world.
A Holy man sought is as advantageous as navigating a rock cliff with shoes off.
A rock nation is surmounting to bridge the stagnant musical vocation,
a hint of Gibraltar may lead some offput by the altar to upend the recessed culture.
We will never giver over to the slower.
by Jerriè McGill