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Amazing Grace Working On The Chain Gang
King Micky Is Prince Albert In The Can
Thank You Lord.
Thank You for slowing it all down to slow-motion.
If ever I wonder...
slow it down.
I can see it all.
I can see it all so clear.
Thank you for this Amazing Grace.
Oh Lord! I sit and listen to those Alabama boys sing Your song as only they can.
I know that so many have been flooded and overwhelmed.
There's a darkness that takes the souls of the beaten.
There are so many who refuse to turn on their own light.
And they trip and fall and take others with them.
Thank You Lord!
People never know what a small part of Your plan can be.
I never saw this last Amazing Grace of Yours coming.
Thank You Lord.
Somebody always puts me in my place.
Thank You for being that SomeBody God.
"AMAZING GRACE": The Blind Boys of Alabama
Thank You for showing me who my people are.
It's so hard to see some times.
These are my people Lord.
My people are not the proud women who remove their bonnets and shake their pride in front of men.
The men are not the best dressed with their necks all tied up with a business tie.
My Man might have a chain around his neck.
He might be chained to my Brother.
He might be chained to me.
I remember standing for my Sister Lord.
I remember others being shy.
Thank You Lord for telling me to "Get UP!".
Thank you Lord.
Oh God! Thank you Lord, for Your people who are not chosen for the adoration of a society gone mad. These are my people Lord.
It's such a loss to the oppressors and the oppressed.
So many people are considered non-people.
Many cannot walk a straight path as they are not given one.
Sam Cooke "Chain Gang"
Thank you God!
I never knew why I was arrested and put on that Chain Gang!
I was confused. It opened my eyes.
I was never so confused again.
Thank you Lord for giving me truth that is etched into my soul
Beyond quotes, scriptures, religious lore You have spoken to me, without a doubt!
You have given me a vision that is beyond what the Pharisees can see.
I defeat my nightmares by chase and pursuit of the evil.
But thank you for the vision.
Be still and know.
My rocking chair rocks on my front porch with the tree on the left.
It's a clear and sunny day as the car slowly drives by.
We have never known one another.
The driver shouts that I'm ugly Lord.
This man curses me and calls me ignorant.
He accuses me of inaction and unknowing and hints at cowardice.
Thank You Lord for allowing me to know that You made me exactly as You needed me.
You gave me all the experience that I ever needed.
You gave me a wealth of knowledge that most men and women of all faiths can never know as they blind their own eyes.
Thank you Lord for my being able to stand up and testify to truth!
Now for all the people in the world who aren't as beautiful as Roger is, God loves you anyway. God said beauty is skin deep. God said that in a hundred years, fifty, maybe weeks, we all might look more alike. God said "BLESS YOU WHO ARE NOT CONSIDERED BEAUTIFUL BY ROGER".
YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL IN GOD'S SIGHT.
YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL IN GOD'S SIGHT.
THANK YOU GOD FOR MAKING MICKY DEE AS I AM. THANK YOU FOR THE FORTY FIVE DAYS ON THE CHAIN GANG FOR A CRIME I DIDN'T DO. HAVING GRAINS OF MARIJUANA IN A CAN OF PRINCE ALBERT TOBACCO.
DEAR GOD! I NEVER KNEW WHY I SPENT THAT TIME ON THE CHAIN GANG FOR A CRIME OF GRAINS OF MARIJUANA IN A CAN OF PRINCE ALBERT TOBACCO. THANK YOU GOD FOR MY PLACE IS WITH THE FALSELY ACCUSED. I KNOW MY PLACE GOD. GOD BLESS YOU GOD. GOD THANK YOU FOR DENYING ME JOBS BECAUSE OF THE LENGTH OF MY HAIR AND MY BEARD.
THANK YOU GOD FOR THAT TRUCK DRIVEN BY LARRY DEAN PRICE IN SPARTANBURG WHO LIED IN COURT. THANK YOU GOD FOR THOSE BLACK MEN ON THE CORNER WHO SAW IT ALL BUT WERE CLASSIFIED AS NON-REPUTABLE BECAUSE THEY WERE BLACK MEN STANDING ON THE CORNER. THANK YOU FOR GIVING THE DOCTORS AND LAWYERS $9,000 AND ME ONLY $8,000 AND A RUINED BODY. I THANK YOU GOD THAT I CAN FEEL PAIN EVERY DAY AND BE REMINDED OF SUFFERING OF OTHERS EVERY DAY.
THANK YOU GOD FOR MY NECK WITH THE BAD DISK, THE SHOULDER THAT IS GONE, THE BACK. THANK YOU GOD FOR THE NUMBNESS IN MY RIGHT LEG. THANK YOU GOD FOR MY HEADACHES.
THANK YOU FOR LIMITING MY INTELLIGENCE AS ROGER SAYS. THANK YOU FOR MY SIMPLICITY. YES, ROGER, I AM DUMB.
THANK YOU FOR MY LONELINESS GOD. I CAN SYMPATHIZE WITH LONELY PEOPLE. THAT'S WHY I CAME TO THIS HUB. I WANTED TO SHOW POLLY SOME LOVE.
THANK YOU SO MUCH LORD FOR ROGER TO POINT OUT MY FAULTS. THANK YOU LORD FOR MY SMALL STATURE, MY FRAIL BODY. THANK YOU LORD FOR ALLOWING ME TO COMPETE WITH SOME OF THE STRONGEST PEOPLE IN THE WORLD. THANK YOU GOD FOR EVERY LOSS I HAVE SUFFERED. BECAUSE I AM HERE. MY LIGHT IS TURNED ON. WHETHER I AM UGLY OR NOT DOESN'T MATTER TO YOU GOD BECAUSE YOU LOVE ME ANYWAY.
THANK YOU LORD FOR YOUR SON. THANK YOU GOD FOR YOUR GOLDEN RULE. I WILL TRY TO LOVE MY NEIGHBOR AS MYSELF. I WILL TURN MY OTHER CHEEK LORD. I WILL TURN IT AGAIN LORD. I WILL TURN MY CHEEK UNTIL YOU SAY NO MORE GOD. AND YES GOD I WILL GIVE MY GOD WHAT MY GOD WANTS., IF ROGER INSISTS ON BEATING ME UP - SO BE IT. IF ROGER KILLS ME - SO BE IT. I WILL MEET IN ANY ARENA AFTER THE PUSH TOO FAR -BECAUSE YOU WANT IT GOD. I HAVE NO IDEA WHO THESE ATTACKERS ARE GOD - IT DOESN'T MATTER. YOU KNOW.
OH YES LORD, THANK YOU FOR CONVINCING ME TO JOIN THE MARINE CORPS. YES SIR GOD! SEMPER FI!
Thank you again Lord as the dust settled my opponents slapped themselves on the backs and perhaps smoked a cigarette at the coupe they had mastermined. They laughed at their brilliance at being able to trip me up and expose my "secrets".
One had pretended to support me, pretending to enjoy my words as they were read.
But if they were ever read, they would have read my words before.
These very words were spoken at a high-school class days before.
These words were written in my worldly diary a year ago.
Trip me up?
Micky Dee is the most visible man in this world of hubs!
Trip me up indeed.
I may be simple. I'll be the court jester.
What does that make these fools?
Laziness. Slothfulness. Words of hate to draw a crowd.
My BOOK tells me to never use the term fool in a description of another.
But when that fool has made "itself" a fool so obvious, "it's" a fool.
When one refuses to turn on their own light when able and refuses, that "one" can without doubt be a fool.
So dance! Burn incense and worship your Mammon.
The rocking chair rocked.
You whisked me away.
Why the train Lord?
That was so cool Lord!
You put me in in my place.
I like the caboose Lord.
I love a red caboose.
You know that.
That was better than Back to the Future!
The Chain Gang - Our Gated Community
I went to my gated community.
It’s the community of impunity.
We’re brought together,
With chains and leather.
We have a guard at the gate.
This is to keep out the riffraff.
Too often folks try to relate,
And you know it makes me laugh.
They don’t have the credentials,
As many have applied,
They can’t meet the essentials.
And their admission is denied.
Some have their fun,
Stealing a widow’s pension fund.
They always get away,
And we’re always on the run.
He wore wide stripes,
As he did his prison time.
He was guilty of nothing,
So they made up a crime.
The State man saw,
Grains of grass in can,
This was x-ray vision,
Maybe as good as Superman.
This was full,
Of shocks and awes,
But he now saw the beasts,
Walking on their paws.
Is it to embarrass?
Demean and control,
Steal a soul?
One size almost fits all.
They have a pair for you,
If it’s your name that they might call.
When your time is due.
Here's your suit.
It's just your style.
Those wide "pinstripes",
Drive the ladies wild.
Let’s sing a morning song,
To lighten up the load,
And cut the thorns back,
On the Man’s dirt road.
Now while you’re giving,
Those bushes 40 whacks.
Watch how you swing,
That pretty and sharp bush axe.
We can all get bit,
By a hornet's nest you hit.
So don't be a bush-axe fool,
Or you'll go to bush-axe school.
Being all chained up,
To each other’s ankles and such,
Has all of us men,
Sharin’ quite a bit too much.
Once you're on "the Gang"
Your "Beechnut" has no pot.
The Man continues to pretend,
To be everything he's not.
The “rollers” took Prince Albert,
And put him in the can,
They took their own giggle weed,
And planted it on the man.
A lot of the “shades”,
Try to hide their game,
But the results tell it all,
And it always is the same.
They hide behind,
Their eyes of hate,
As they torture some of God's people,
Behind a prison gate.
The lawmen took Prince Albert,
From this man.
Framed him for grains of pot,
And put the man in the can.
They called him Prince Albert,
Because of a frame-up by the Man.
They took some Marijuana,
And put it in his can.
True it was sad,
Being shackled is so tragic.
The prisoners had some magic.
The trusty had a key,
That opened every door,
The bars popped out of the kitchen,
And you could drop down to the floor.
With a point,
And few words spoken,
You knew exactly where,
The prison fence was broken.
Only one would wait,
On the dirt road for this man,
She was the only girl,
To love Prince Albert in the Can.
God bless you Kathy!
Today's Helpful Hint: How to Jump from ATrain!
If you should ever find yourself escaping from some predicament and find yourself on a train, the following tips may be useful:
Trains will slow, eventually, somewhere for some reason.
If you're familiar with the train's routine you can better plan your debarking.
Wait until the train slows sufficiently to reduce injury.
Face toward the front of the train.
The natural tendency is to do the opposite and jump facing and toward the rear.
Do not trust this instinct!
Face toward the front of the train.
The caboose should have nothing behind "it" and behind you.
Stand on the coupling for attaching other cars.
Facing the front of the train -
Just start running while you're dropping!
Now- don't start jumping trains to see if you can do this.
This is just for that emergency situation.
Also- if you can plan far enough ahead- get a helmet too!
Now just one more thing- if you're carrying luggage -
drop the luggage just to the side before debarking!
Sam Cooke - A Change Is Gonna Come
Hey! Bo Peep! James! Junior! David!
How about Some more Sam Cooke.
One more Chain Gang by Bobby King!
God bless you!
Alan Lomax,Negro Prison & Blues Songs Black Woman
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