wow! those lyrics! beautiful! This is a track that everyone should hear. The message is clear, real, "words spoken in hate don't disspear with time" exactly.

I Believe In Joe Hendry

Bingo Boogle (feat. Ms Barbara)

(Yeah!)
Uh! Clap your hands, stomp your feet
Let the world feel your heartbeat!
C’mon! Let’s go!

You ain’t gotta dress like them to feel fly
Ain’t gotta fake a smile just to get by
Turn that mirror ‘round, look in your eyes
There’s a whole lotta power you don’t realize

You ain't gotta talk slick to sound cool
Ain’t gotta play dumb to fit in with fools
Speak your truth, don't follow no script
‘Cause you were born with a voice that can’t be clipped

Be you don’t hold back, don’t play small
Be true stand tall when they want you to fall
Move how you move, groove how you groove
Say what you mean, do what you do
You got nothin’ to prove
Just be you oh yeah!

Some people gon’ judge, let ‘em stare
They mad ‘cause you free and they stuck in fear
Wear what you want, love who you love
Raise that fist or praise above

You ain’t meant to live in their lines
You a masterpiece, baby, one of a kind
Don’t dull your shine just to make ‘em smile
Let your colors run wild go the extra mile!

Be you don’t hold back, don’t play small
Be true stand tall when they want you to fall
Move how you move, groove how you groove
Say what you mean, do what you do
You got nothin’ to prove
Just be you hey!

 "Can I be me?" (Yeah, go ‘head!)
 "Can I wear what I want?" (Wear it with pride!)
 "Can I speak my mind?" (Say it loud!)
 "Can I dance like this?" (Move that body, child!)

[Breakdown – Funk Jam]
Let the bass walk, let the horns shout
Let your soul speak what your fear won’t say out loud
No shame, no chains
Let your rhythm shake the ground

Be you don’t hold back, don’t play small
Be true stand tall when they want you to fall
Move how you move, groove how you groove
Say what you mean, do what you do
You got nothin’ to prove
Just be you be YOU!

Yeah, don’t let this world box you in…
You were born original don’t die a copy.
Let ‘em hear you, see you, feel you.
Be loud. Be bold.
Be YOU.

Be You

Breaking news… a man, well-known for his racist words and actions, has been found dead at age thirty-one…
Phones ringin’, texts lightin’ up…
Everybody sayin’, “He was a good guy.”

3 AM, timeline explodin’,
Friends cryin’, condolences loadin’.
“Pray for his fam, he’s in a better place,”
But I still remember the hate on his face.

Quote me, don’t test my memory,
He said, “Keep ‘em out my town, they ain’t like me.”
That ain’t kindness, that ain’t no friend,
That’s poison words that never should bend.

You say he was a good guy…
But I lived on the other side of his lies.
Don’t paint him with a halo, don’t twist the truth,
Read his own words, let the proof speak proof.
You say he was a good guy…
But I know what I heard, and I know what I saw.
Don’t ask me to pray for the hate he spread,
Some stories don’t change when the man ends up dead.

Y’all say, “Nobody perfect, let the past slide,”
But his past was my present, couldn’t walk outside.
Said, “Don’t sit here, boy, this ain’t your place,”
I was sixteen feelin’ small in my own space.

Now he thirty-one, gone in a flash,
Suddenly it’s roses, prayers, and ash.
But where was that grace when he spit that fire,
Where was the love when the hate got higher?

You say he was a good guy…
But I lived on the other side of his lies.
Don’t paint him with a halo, don’t twist the truth,
Read his own words, let the proof speak proof.
You say he was a good guy…
But I know what I heard, and I know what I saw.
Don’t ask me to pray for the hate he spread,
Some stories don’t change when the man ends up dead.

Good guys don’t call me names.
Good guys don’t spit on my pain.
Good guys don’t lock the doors when I walk by…
So miss me with “he was a good guy.”

You say he was a good guy… (nah)
But the truth gon’ shine, can’t deny.
Don’t rewrite history for your peace of mind,
His words live on, they still rewind.
You say he was a good guy…
But the scars don’t fade when the years go by.
He left his mark, and the mark was hate,
Don’t ask me to praise what I can’t relate.

And while many call for prayers tonight, some remind us… words spoken in hate don’t disappear with time.

Good Guy

Yeah… (uh)
Swipe right, now my life in danger…
Shorty too fine, but she moving like a stranger…
Ulyana

Met her on the app, curves like a sin,
Red lips drippin’, ice cold grin.
Said she from Moscow, accent so slick,
She sent me her addy, I pulled up quick.

Wine on the table, pistol on the shelf,
She said “take a sip, let me undress myself.”
But my instincts screaming, “boy don’t trust that,”
Cuz the way she move… I might not come back.

Ulyana got me fucked up, paranoid in my bed,
She ride me like a goddess, whisper threats in my head.
Sweet pussy like heaven, but her eyes cold as lead,
Ulyana might love me, or she want me dead.

She don’t moan in English, she curse me out in Russian,
Pullin’ out the cuffs, turn this love to concussion.
Whips on my back, lipstick on my chest,
She say “pain is passion, baby give me your best.”

But I seen the tattoos, numbers on her thigh,
Symbols of a world where the wrong men die.
Kissin’ my neck, while she reach for the steel,
Now I don’t know if the love or the bullets are real.

Ulyana got me fucked up, paranoid in my bed,
She ride me like a goddess, whisper threats in my head.
Sweet pussy like heaven, but her eyes cold as lead,
Ulyana might love me, or she want me dead.

Diamonds in her purse, bloodstains on her sheets,
She said “once you with me, there’s no retreat.”
I came for the sex, but I found the abyss,
One more night with Ulyana… might be my last kiss.

Ulyana
She dangerous, she flawless, she toxic, she lawless…
If I ghost her tonight, will I wake up tomorrow?
Or end up a body… drowned in her sorrow.

Ulyana

Ulyana (feat. Gloria Juice)

Into the Abyss

Ready to Die

Everyday Struggle (2005 Remaster)

M.O.

Hey Porsche

Creator of AreYouSerious Records. AYSR homes different artists.
Gloria Juice
JJ Julius
The Eerie Sisters Union (Kimmy and Nancy Nancy)
Angelo McMichael 
Ms. Lisa Rogers 
And more

Semi Artist and an okay Producer, Songwriter, and around-good guy. Why not have others sing your songs? That sounds like this one person

Proud African American Male, Educated and love all types of music. Make music from R&B, Pop, Country, Rock and more.

Good Guy

JuiceB0X97

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