It Was on My Mind

The things I write, whats on my mind,The Holy Spirit talks, and I give him time.The things I wrote was the way I feel.At that particular time, it was all for real.My first poem was about he had nothing to do,Kids in Joliet prison, and they didnt have a clue.Life should be about trying to do better.I started out with Ruthie from the first day I met her.I went to Africa, and it was supposed to be a thrill,But the poverty I saw, not in books, it was all for real.A couple of my poems came with a beat.I rapped for RL Manaway, and he couldnt stay in his seat.Ive written poems at funerals and really felt alone.Love ones and friends, I looked around and they were gone.Some are a joke just to see you smile.To see people happy, Ill walk a mile.Others, about my youth, and theres quite a few.Im sure you will agree thats my point of view.All my writings, some people say theyre fine,The things the Holy Spirit says, whats on my mind.