If didn't put my hands on this pen...
I might end up in the state pen,
Cause my emotions may get the better of me..
So I express myself this way and remain free.
I write to share a cautionary tale,
To keep another black man out of jail.
I write cause I've found that my anger has words that are stronger than my fists,
and sharper than knives.
Words that when put on paper.... just spring alive.
So I am careful to choose the words that I use,
Cause if it comes out of my mouth...then it comes out of my heart...
And if it comes out of my heart....well .....well then I expose myself,
And you'll know who I am.........EVEN IF I DON"T.......
That's kind of deep, I hope you got that,
Cause before you get up and GO, you ought to know where you're AT.
Therefore I write,I write to see what's inside of me,
I write to forecast what tomorrow will be.
So please permit me to speak the words peace and prosperity.
I write to account for time, time that could be lost in jail,
I need something positive to share and know that I did not fail.
I write to use my setback to make a leap forward,
and land on that place which is my destiny...
That special place that God has prepared for me...
Once again permit me to speak the words peace and prosperity.
I write to purge my soul and leave the past back there,
But never forget the lessons that got me here.
You see bitter medicine can be a sweet cure,
but with a bitter mind...you will never open the door...
The door that leads to a place where everything is much better than before.
I write cause I don't want my thoughts captured and in jail,
struggling to get out......
A prisoner of my mind and of what comes out my mouth.
I know that this will fly over a few heads..but it will also land on a few...
So for you I pray to God that you will write too....
Write of your wildest dreams for they can come true.
No one's standing in your way, no one but YOU.
So let us write to our futures, the pen is in your hand,
You can get what you write, I hope you understand.
You see Biggie was "Ready to Die" and so he did,
And his "Life After Death" well that's an eternal bid.
'Pac wondered if "Heaven had a Ghetto",
And while the answer is NO, he conjured it up, so it was his time to go.
So let us speak greatness into our lives, let us write, let us write to make this more than a song.
Let us write to correct all that is wrong.
Let us write the tale, the tale of how a boy became a man,
and how these few little words helped you to understand your power, you are a King.
That's right there is a King in you. And no matter what they say....
You are better than this, you were not born this way.
You are a child of God, a husband, a father, a provider, a teacher.
A leader in your community, an example of what a real man is supposed to be.
You can write what you wish and watch it come true, it's all up to you....
So I pray in Jesus’ name that you would write too.
R. Sealy.




Brooklyn NY Sunset