HE IZ

Eternal blessings emerge from my mind, soul and heart.

 

Lettin the spirit flow thru me to teach others

the way of going, because I was shown where to start.

 

Let Him be the center of your life, like the pages of Psalms.

 

Allow The Savior in, to erase that stress & bring the easing calm.

 

Lord, Have Your Way, Have Your Way, Have Your Way, as we all touch and agree, emerging as a extraordinary vessel developed by the Big 3.

 

The Father, The Son & The Holy Spirit.

 

Prepare your mind, body, and soul to witness, embrace, love and hear it.

 

God crazy, the devil don’t phase me!!

 

Real, Relevant, Relational – The desired touch from The Redeemer is sensational.

The kingdom is the ultimate destination given by the Rewarders will.

 

Feel the heavenly winds flow thru you,

Peace be still.

Hooperz Dream

I had a dream that I taught her how to come down and lull a defender to sleep.

A way to take your man by lookin' at the position of their feet.

how to read your teammates and know when they needed, an wanted the ball.

how you could be the smallest on the team, and be the most feared of all.

 

How to accept defeat if you don't win, and to understand the refs are gonna miss some calls.

I had a dream that we worked on our player intros -

two back hand taps up high, two down low and then we strike a pose.

teachin' her to realize that sometimes you may be the co-star, but it can still be your show.

 

 

Candace Parker, Ivory Latta, Simone Augustus, Sheryl Swoopes, and Swin Cash posterz take up one side of the walls in her room.

Neva' forget you gotta shoot for the stars to walk on the moon.

 

I had a dream that in crunch time "KJ-22" would take command and get her team in place.

Somehow the game would run an flow at her steady controlled pace.

 

And when she shot the rim was ocean wide like her smile,

She was a point forward defining versatile, class an style.

 

 

When I go through the dream sometimes I try and grasp the thought of it all.

The visions of my "Mo-Mo" on the court, and that she would really wanna play ball.

A dream that we would share the same passion for the game I love an can't ever let go of..

How she would dedicate herself to defense an be called "Iso-Toner", cause she stix like "The Glove".

 

In this dream all the hard work, sweat and tears we put in would teach her the lessons needed in life as she goes through the fire.

Things that would be instilled inside - creating a neva say die dedicated passion desire.

 

When I woke, all I could do is shake my head, an simply laugh a little.

You see "KJ-22" could really care less about hoopin',

She just wants to watch her favorite guys "Hip Hop Harry", "The Doodlebops" and "The Wiggles"....

Luve Iz (A Basketball Jones)

Luve iz, goin hard as possible from the start of practice 2 the very end.

 

Luve iz, 1 on 1 battles wit ya best friend.

 

Luve iz, comin out proud when u r introduced.

 

Luve iz, stretchinʼ b4 tha game, cause u about to get loose.

 

Luve iz, being confident and humble, yet bold an with heart.

 

Luve iz, the mental, an physical challenge of tha game that makes you play smart.

 

Luve iz, when u keep lacinʼ em up, when ya body says no!

 

Luve iz, ballin in whatever kix u own, hi-top, mid, low or retro.

 

Luve iz, doin it all in the gym, or outside in the sun, rain, or snow.

 

 Luve iz, winnin an losinʼ as one.

 

Luve iz, playin till the last whistle or horn, never believing u r done.

STYALZ

UNIQUE – ELEGANCE- FINESSE- CREATIVITY – GRACE.

 

YES LADY, THAT’S WHO - YOU ARE.

 

YA WALK HAS BECOME A SASHAY,

YA HIPS SWAY – BREAST EVENLY LAY

AND YA FRAME IS UP TO PAR.

 

THE VOICE SAYS – I AM CONFIDENT, SMART AND DEFINITELY SURE.

CLEAVAGE MAKES YOU THE DEFINITION VISION OF ALLURE.

THE EYE LINER, EYE SHADOW, THE LIPSTICK MAKE YOU SEEM INNOCENTLY FREAKY PURE. CAN’T REALLY BE FOR SURE.

 

WATCHED LIKE A CLOCK ON A FRIDAY NEAR FIVE.

FOR YOUR ATTENTION, HOW MANY BROTHA’S PRESS UP AND STRIVE?

NAILS SHARP AND IN TACT.

TATT ON THE ANKLE, ARM, THIGH, CHEST OR BACK.

HAIR DONE IN THE WAY THAT CLEAVERLY ACCENTUATES YA FACE.

JUSS LOOK LIKE YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE LOVE AN NOT MAKE IT A RACE.

WHAT A STEADY PACE – CAN A BROTHA HAVE A TASTE???

 

YEAH THE ONE WHO JUST APPEARED IN THE ROOM.

CHOPPED – STITCHED- SUITED, OR YOU COULD SAY DRESSED TO THE 9’S…

SO MANY WORDS THAT ARE DESCRIPTIVE, BUT FOR THAT BROTHA, AN THE LOOK HE ROCKIN -  THE MOST ACCURATE WOULD BE –

"DEN ZEL FYNE"….

 

THE STROLL THAT EXUDES WHEN HE MOVES – ACTUALLY CREATES THE FEELIN’ AS IF HE IS TALLER THAN HIS ACTUAL FRAME SHOWS.

BACK IS STRAIGHT, AIN’T GOT NUTTIN BUT LOVE, HOLDS NO HATE.

THE MIND TRANSENDZ THE LYRICAL LIQUID TO THE TONGUE, SEDUCTIVELY CREATING HIS VIBRANT FLOWS.

 

CHEST SITS OUT, SHOULDERS LAY BACK, BOTH SAYING I KNOW EXACTLY WHO I BE.

HIS EYES SAY IF YOU AIN’T KNOWIN WHAT’S BEST FOR YOU – LET ME ENLIGHTEN YOU -  AN INTRO-DUCE YOU TO - HE THAT IZ ME.

THE CROOKED SMILE PULLS YOU IN TO HEAR ANY WORD THAT COMES FROM HIS LIPS THAT SPEAK.

LET YOUR FEELINGS GO, DON’T SAY NO – AN REACH IMAGINATIONS STYALISTIK PEAK .

 

FOR YOU SEE – STYALZ IS THE THING THAT BROUGHT US ALL TO THIS POINT.

MADE YOU WANNA PUT IT ALL TOGETHER ON YA FRAME - TO MAKE YOUR APPEARANCE IN THIS SWANKY JOINT.

THE GEAR, THE SHOES, THE NAILS, THE TOES, THE HAIR, THE SMELL GOODS, THE SPARKLES, THE JEWELRY – BASICALLY YOUR OVERALL VIBE.

THE NEW YOU THAT IS CREATED WHEN YOU RE-CREATE WHO’S ALREADY INSIDE.

 

IF YOU BELIEVE YOU LOOK GOOD,  AN KNOW YOU LOOK GOOD AND THATZ YOUR CONVERSATION WITH SELF.

 

IMAGINE - HOW WE MUST ALL LOOK STRUTTTIN, POSIN' AND AS A GROUP STANDING PROUD.

 

LET ME HEAR YOU SAY:  "I GOT STYALZ"

 

SAY IT ONCE MORE - AN SAY IT LOUD…..

 

LOVE YA STYALZ, LOVE THA CROWD….

Wordz to me inside of me dealin wit me......

If I were anymore twisted, I would snap in half. Together wit so called love, but want another so I can b in love, U do the math.

 

Let me help you if you lost - that's two. One I really an truly want, the other I said "I do".

 

When it wasn't factored into realization, didn't affect me half as much, but the lite has been shown and now itz all too hot for touch..

 

Now for the first time I am completely aware. Ask me how I know? When I am asleep, I stop an stare. I switch scenes lyke a flick, I continuously think about the one I didn't pick.

 

Visuals out of the clear blue or sometimes just darkness, what is it, that has truly sparked this?

  

Excited like you wouldn't believe, I think Angie Stone said it best "On a hot summer day, she's like a shirt wit no sleeves"...

 

Confused let me break it down: She stix to me, but don't sweat me...

 

She's my completeness, but she ain't the one I am wit, so this is all absurb-RITE?

 

Can you really say how it would be....  if she went away in the physical it would still feel like us was we.

 

The reality is; the feel is here to stay, no matta if she is near, wit anotha, or far away... It's a torture that prolongs my day....

 

In the eyes of the Almighty I am wrong, rite?

 

Or has this all developed to clear my site, so I can stop livin my wishful days in the late hours of the nite.

 

Or could it be a test to pass, see if I can overcome the miseries and make what I have last?

 

But that's just it, make what last, visions of a clouded future and a fading past????

 

So much of me feels so torn, an worn. Let me ask U this, is it possible to self mourn?