Voted For Trump, But I'm Pro Black

From Boots To Books 2

The Uniform Never Made Me

Bathsheba

Gods' Chosen People

I Want to Be Delivered

I wrote this song when I was in Alaska about 17 years ago. My little brother never got to hear this song. I literally randomly came across it today on his birthday.

I was talking yesterday about how in our adult years in life we separated from each other into our own corners. Competing with each other for no reason. I wish I could of somehow got through to him, it is truly one of my biggest regrets in my life. Before he died I use to cry myself to sleep, praying to God to find a way to help him, before he died he was on my mind every single day and night, He was MY LITTLE BROTHER. Who you think cared for him when my Dad was gone off in the streets? It was just me and him for the first years of my life and I wouldn't change a thing. I miss you brother. I'm sorry I couldn't save you.  You Meant Everything to me.

SGT Dunson