Wednesday, February 22, 2012

When I first started recording with Silent Riot, I had no idea what was ahead. I knew nothing about the music business at all. But I knew people. I love people. All my life, I wanted to be a preacher, teacher, officer (when I was a kid LOL), or anything that I thought could help or touch PEOPLE. But what I was always good at is singing so that is what I chose to go with to help bring change. So here I am, in Detroit Mi, with a hope and a vision for change that I seek in my city and even in my own life. And even though there are so many people who want to politic and put people in classes, I will continue to see you as my equal, though there are so many who don't respect a good message and would rather all my songs be about bitches, hoes, bricks and bo's, I will continue to make music that our children can listen to and be edified, though the promoter, managers, labels, artists, media, makes it all about them, it will always be about you. The people. The hopeless. The hurting. The lovers of change. The lovers of music. Those who keep fanning this flame and wont let it go out. My Supporters. I know enough to know that if it wasn't for your love, and your support, there would be no point in doing what I do because man's reason is not enough. I need to know it matters to you. I need to know that you were touched... blessed. My point is, it is more than music. There is a message of love, confidence, hope and strength in my songs. It is all for you...M.J.R.M.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Abortion

It's like I'm cryin in my sleep fam
Wakin up with my pillow wet
I sware to you the other day
I saw a baby sillouhette
And I hate to have to bring it up
But I'm older and now a days
I'm lookin back
I was a coward not stop you
Even my apologies could never bring a life back
Alone cryin on a cold table
Not a friend in the world to 
Who's hand to hold
They want to enter life who are
We to say no
Maybe I ain't love you enough
And i regret that
But my regrets 
Can never bring a 
Life back
But I sware if I could 
Take it all back
I would be honored if you had my child
And I mean that
 cause you ain't like them
Other woman out there 
With they hands out 
Just chasing a dime
you re the type ah girl
I'd settle down with
But I lost you both
Guess it wasn't my time to love
I can't see it comin down my eyes
But imma hold you real tight 
Give you strength next time
To keep it
To be it
The great mother you can be
Cause a life is a beautiful thing
And you prove that
I love you and 
I would never take that back
For real

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Lost Love

My heart and Soul cry out
When the love we had died out
Movin in a world we see none here
But fear is always present
I'm trying to be positive but how when the negative is so obvious?
You don't get it!
You don't see it.
I'm here though 
Trying to grow and become something though the world says no
No you can't 
No you're not
No you won't 
They see you better when you achieve beyond their unreasonable doubt
But I have reason to believe that fate will put me out of this ditch I dug myself in.  It's selfish but I fell in and who would get me out if I dont try to help myself first.  
Who will show me love when I'm down in the dirt and at my worst.
I need you here.  To hold me and keep me from doubting

I doubt you'd leave me out to dry that's why I'm still trying to accept the fact you said goodbye
I love you
I can't think or figure this out with you gone
We should of stayed
I should have stayed
I should of cried and should have prayed that we'd get through it
All the while I knew it
I blew it
You're gone and that's all there is to it
To any other, to give my heart tottally, I'd refuse it
My mind says it's okay but my heart says dont do it
You know I been through it
If this thing was a stage play
Would the people boo it
Or boo hoo to it
Sad cause you missed it
If you were Cinderella with ya shoe lost who'd kiss it
I'd cherish ya ground 
Your voice, I cherish the sound
So how can I live without you around?  I miss you.  I love you still.
My heart and soul cried out when the love we had died out
Movin in a world where I see none
Yet I see you
...nothing 

Friday, September 16, 2011

Whiter than snow

Purple. Golden. An angel I'd swear. To her mother, I say thank you again. For your gift. Your child. Such a beautiful sight. With one smile, she covers my sin. Crazy. Phsycho. To be so in love. When words flow, and heaven comes down. I'm just so weak when she is away, but I'm stronger when she is around. Is she fine? Boy is she fine! Is she bright? Man does she glow. And her voice? Soft as a breeze. And her heart? Whiter than snow. Soft. Deep. Whiter than the snow.

Friday, September 9, 2011

I Am Not

I am not out for the riches. But yea, I'd like to get us outta these ditches. Tell me...how many songs should I write? How many wrongs can I right holding onto this Mic? With the weight of the world on my back. Early age, my fam gettin locked up for that crack. New thing. New game. Aint no comin back! Made a choice. Sought change. I aint WANNA do that! Reconsider what you call soft. Reconsider what you call lost. I am the unrepented sinner that they wrote off. Now I just sat at home pacin, conversatin, me, God no Satan...at my loft. They seek fame. They seek fortune at all cost. But no change. Still pain while they claim boss. They hate me that's maybe beacuse, I would speak truth now with no fear non like he does. Mentally young. Stuck in the same trap that He was! Who needs hero's when we got..."He-was"? Can't move ahead lookin back on what he does. "DO YOU". Shout out to Russell Simmons I see you. I love my passion, too. Black America Rise! I had a dream we were all birds in the sky. Oh what a feeling to fly. I saw heaven when I looked in ya eyes. Though generations lived in hell, it's amazing how ghetto people prevail. How this lady, she done put me through hell. Vice versa. Nothin like makin up. Nothing like wakin up to love... while praying to the government above that I make it through another one. Seekin ways to teach my son. Or shall I say reteach? Unless I never change and let my son be a repeat... I would speak up and speak out with no teath. No booth. No applaud. No beat. Ghetto child beatin down now I'm stronger in those SAME streets. My momma smiled and said, "Son someday, you'll preach." I preach now. To anyone who'd ever care to feel the sincere feeling inside my heart. No like? No prob, UNK...you can walk it out. I represent the ghetto from the PARK to the dirty south. I write a verse. Gotta spazz. They no what I'm talkin bout....LIFE.

I still believe

When the storm comes in like a raging war. And your friends all gone with the wind. When you feel like throwing in the towel. Cant get past the hurt from within. I pray you'd believe in love. I still believe. (God is Love)