My kids and I on a jump-in.

Ericka...



Like flowers and sunshine beauty will always reside somewhere inside of us/ Even kings and queens who've had everything die like a guy who survived on just some dust/ Some days it's a battle just to battle when we get caught up trying to decipher what's really real, trading hugs and slugs/ Dragons and butterflies tend our skies to create a buzz to cause a reaction that can either rift or lift us up/ Sometimes they flutter and fly and then they blow on by like they're ash and dust/ Is it a butterfly effect or dragon breath...at times you can't really define their touch/ Sometimes we turn timid and shy in our heart and mind when our hearts say that they've had enough/ and somehow our words feel natural and become casual when we speak out about "hate" and "love"/ Truth is, some make the clouds make love and some are quick to give in and give up/ and then there are some that can have the whole world but still not have enough/ But let us be at peace and ease with love and trust/ and let the life of Jesus reign free to breathe a new life inside of us..


Dad...


New life...true life...goodbye black and blue life/ and the only way I view life; I'm only passing through, life/ Duuuust in the wind, chasing after lust in the skin/ Clooouds of the siiiiin, you find the end before you begin/ When I was gettin' faded I used to love to be hated/ I forgot the Creator, and I worshiped the created/ Somebody greater than myself?...Yeah, I doubt it/ until God handed me a bible and said read all about it/ The flower of the sun...the power of the Son/ shining on the garden of the forgotten one/ I'm now the guardian guarding this garden of woe/ allowing the water of life to truly let the love grow/ A giver gives up their life for another/ Are you not my sister...am I not your brother/ A king I'll never be, but you will always be my queen/ and I could make a rose insecure with some of the love that I've seen/ I can make time drag on, make ice cubes melt/ Bring peace to the world with the feelings I've felt/ but the hand I was dealt is different than your own/ and the grace that I've been given isn't the same that you'll be shown/ because the echo of each tear and the pain that I went through/ is mine and mine alone and I can't give it to you/ just as I cannot walk your path, or feel the tears that you cry/ so until we meet in Heaven; bye bye, butterfly...




Andre...


They say to love The Lord with all your heart, soul and mind/ but what do you do when your hearts been ripped out and sold for a different view on life/ Soul n mind included just to prove 'em right/ that I am bound for hell and my name was never in the book of life/ I did fail to reach my limit and I'm not an infant in His eyes/ there's a distance in the sky ill never witness to in light/ nor in life will I ever get to do what's right like build bridges to connect instead of separating sides/ an aggravated mind agitated/ kind of what it's like to imagine activating blindness of sight/ why is it my, choice to fly with or die against tyrants instructed not to comply/ stitches that got you tied so your innards won't slip 'n slide 'n drip out from the side/ till then I resist my demise trying to get this life right/ which side do I live in with a timid design trying to give it a try/ lifting my mind into another limit cause I'm so rusty and chipping away inside/ flipping my brains the way eggs are fried/ giving my eyes away cause the rays are blind/ blah blah blah can't even make rhymes..

Martinez' on the march...now that's what I call uni-verses. Kids' got talent Dad's not too shabby either.