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The Lyric of the week (week 6)


Artist: Angie Stone
Album: Mahagony Soul (2001)
Song: Easier said than done

[intro]
Ally oop now, ally oop, ally oop now
Ally oop now, ally oop, ally oop now
Ally oop now, ally oop, ally oop now

If I hear I'm sorry one more time from you
I swear I'm gonna loose it
You don't want me to loose it
How hard could this be for you to tell the truth
I've heard it all before
And I wont take it anymore

[1] - I'm tired of hearing I'm gonna change
And seeing you play these games
I see with you, its easier said than done

I'm tired of giving you one more chance
And now I'm saying, you've had your last
I see with you, its easier said than done

It has been a year or so since you started this
Hanging out till the early morning with your boys
Drinking like a fish
Boy I love you and all, but I gotta think
About me and the kids
Baby, this ain't no way to live

[repeat 1]

I'm tired of hearing (you're gonna change)
But seeing you playing games
I see with you, its easier said than done
I'm tired of giving you one more chance
And I'm saying, you've had your last
I see with you its easier said than done

When you've done all that you can do
Don't let a mans trouble get the best
The best of you
Believe half of what you see and half of what you hear
Cuz when you put em together you come up with
Nothing or whatever, I'm tired

I'm tired of hearing I'm gonna change
You playing games
I see with you, its easier said than done

I'm tired of giving you one more chance
And now I'm saying, you've had your last
I see with you, its easier said than done

Oh, I'm tired of hearing I'm gonna change
But I'm seeing you playing games
But I see with you, its easier said than done

I'm tired of giving you one more chance
Giving you one more chance, you've had your last
I see with you, its easier said than done

Oh, oh

It don't feel right

My parents are from bayou country. You know that part of America that is heavy in ancestral African culture. That part that still has the vestiges of the religious mix of Christianity, African tradition religion and is often given the pejorative title vodou?

Chances are you know my people because they are your people too. If your roots are anywhere beyond North Carolina border south to the Caribbean then you know my people because my people are your people.


Well my people have this strange trait, which may be better described as a sense.
Although raised in New York city’s Red hook project my mama truly still has her roots in the gulf of Mexico, in Mobile Alabama. And my momma would often tell me that God would take care of fools and babies. Well beyond that, I strongly believe that God has given my people this sense, a knowing, a way of telling things, that are not very apparent to the naked eye, but are true. Not so much a future telling type thing, but an ability to see what is, without it being disclosed to the eye, and ability to hear what is being said without the precise words having been spoken…. and yes, and ability to test spirits without a clear physical appearance.

I have seen that all though I’m all city boy’ed up, and maybe even a little sadidified, that part of my roots have been passed on to me.

For instance…
I know when someone does not genuinely care for me. May seem small but I’m talking that kind where you know that someone has no reason to not like you, and shows all visible signs affirming there affinity towards you but there is this something, something that gives them away. Not when it’s obvious that they are faking it, but you know like they heard some of your dirt or something, and know that they should not be opposed to you but since they know some of your dirty little secrets and can’t admit it, but they put on a really good face? One of my neighbors is very cordial, speaks and asks about the family whenever we run into each other. But there is something in the eye. There is warmth absent when I’m by myself that is there when other members of my family accompany me. And I just know, couldn’t put my finger on exactly how, but I do know, that this particular neighbor does not like me.

Have you ever had that feeling? You know that feeling, when something just does not feel right? Can’t put your finger on it?