▶ @bondjamiebond I CRY OUT BY JAMIE BOND from UnMuted Ink – YouTube

▶ @bondjamiebond I CRY OUT BY JAMIE BOND from UnMuted Ink – YouTube.

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Tears are Summer showers to the soul. 

~Alfred Austin, Savonarola

When I need a way out

I cry out

When I’m frustrated

about things that are overrated

When my heart is overjoyed

and the haters hate it

 

I cry out for those

who limp and whimper

for those lost souls

who feel faded

like a pair of clippers

 

I cry out I shout

I walk like my swag has

credit and clout

And I try to live in such a way

So they can say Damm

Jamie just reminded me

What God is about

 

I cry out

when I got a pocket full of lint

that makes no cents

I cry out with gratefulness

when clarity and disparity

makes sense

 

I cry out

because I want

more like minded

to have additional

common sense

 

And I cry out for those

who need a way out

of situations

exhibiting false pretense

I CRY OUT

In past present

and future perfect tenses

 

And I cry out because I can

For the weak the meek

the used and abused

 

For those exhausted spouses

who pay for the other to go away

And for families bearing the brunt

of deployment strains

 

I SCREAM OUT 

from the tops of roofs

of others minds with my truths

 

I SHOUT OUT

For those who aren’t comfortable

or accepted in their own skin

 

I spit Turbulent words

like tropical hurricane winds

Blowing typhoons into their souls

That I now refuse to whisper in

 

I cry out for the disabled

and differently-abled

and for parents struggling

to put food on the table

 

My third eye sees and feels

what most will never appreciate

And I cry out for New Jersey

from the bowels of brick city in this

deflowered flowerless garden state

 

I cry out when folks act like

they have no choice

But to stand by, act shy and tongue tied

When a helping hand, a kind word or quote

Or a hug could have changed someone’s’ life

 

I cry out because

I battle more negative demons

in my cipher

Than what I could possibly attract

in my past or lifetime for that matter

 

And I cry out because I can

because I have breath and air

Cause my lungs and my eyes

take in all I can stand

 

And I cry out

like a warrior in a religious slam

goin hard for my god

even when its against all odds

 

And I dare

any man to tell me i’m wrong

I dare any woman

to tell me I don’t belong

 

I cry for the brothers

who insist on treating women wrong

And I cry out for

the lack of empowerment

in a young woman’s song

 

I SHOUT about injustice

when it feels like its Just US

 

I cry out

for all of the hate crimes

Committed against

my sisters and brothers

 

And I cry out to god

so we can cry out for each other

 

I cry out 

And I cry a joyous cry

when everything falls into place

I put life in a choke hold

I cry out on this mic

For all the

black kids UN televised

missing without a trace

When I happen upon like minded

and who meet at this place

 

I CRY OUT

for those who can’t let go

of hazardous situations

I cry out for the spiritual lives

of those in charge of congregations

 

For tomorrows leaders

and for today’s victims

and for the wisdom

of the leaders of our nations

I cry out

for the obvious lack

of energy and absence

of enthusiasm in careers and education

For the safety of those

in the armed forces

and lasting peace in our nation

 

Then I cry out for myself

and I cry out silent tears in my sleep

And I cry out for you

because you can’t see

 

I cry out for my moral integrity

and my opportunity to be a blessing to you today

despite my discrepancies and my idiosyncrasies

 

for the 1 out of 4 kids born with autism

for the lack of participation and activism

and our youths disunity in our communities

 

And I cry out and I shout

and sometimes I even cuss and fuss

Because it keeps me in check

reminding me to work on myself

Because I’m far from perfect

and redevelopment of self is a must

 

I’ll continue to cry out

till my tear ducts

transform into stallions

and stampede these streets

Fermenting hope to the helpless

and GODS way supersedes

And my ink will always bleed

and cry for those who are in need

And I wont shut my mouth

till every child in the ghetto achieves!

 

I cry out for any and everyone

who’s ever been hurt

And I cry out because I’m heard

and I know it WORKS!!!