Future Songs

By Gerald Lucas Sanders

These songs are about all of us in these trying times, and hopefully, we all can try to represent a common solution to partner our way out of chaos and coloniality and share a peaceful solution in song.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jun 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9781662445637

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Future Songs

Gerald Lucas Sanders

Copyright © 2022 Gerald Lucas Sanders

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING

Conneaut Lake, PA

First originally published by Page Publishing 2022

If anyone is interested in recording one of my songs, I would be willing to arrange for you to receive 25 percent of those profits. I require 75 percent of the profits if you decide to record my songs.

There is a recording limit of one song with my permission.

Gerald Lucas Sanders can be reached at: 608-886-4596

ISBN 978-1-6624-7264-0 (hc)

ISBN 978-1-6624-4563-7 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

A Kiss

Forever Star…

Bodyguard Song or BGs

Friends

DB

When Chilli Takes a Shit

Mo' Faith

Us around the Sun

Street Sister

Snakespere

F——k You

Hit-and-Run Highway #55

Crystal Clear Lovers

GP-Killer

Heading South for Boy

The Love, the Law, the Lord

Thug Love

PhD Rap

Greasing Booty

As Always Loving You…

Afro-gigalo

Stand

You Don't Get High (Angie's Rap)

Revolt

Angie, I Love You

Underskirt Pimp

Carolinas

Ms. O

____ Is Class Baby Boy

Afri-Con

Beyond

Hi-Yellow Girl

Sister Means

Love Phobia

My Hood

Genocide and the Africans

PIP (Partners in Pimping)

Ice Players

Eroticuss

Paranoiac

Down for the Ghetto

Men-Pause

Baby Gs

When? Win?

Felony Rap

Weed

Hit the Bricks

Hit the Bricks

I Just Got Out

It's Hard, but It's Fair

The Garden

Recognize the Time

I Was the PIP for DC3

God First Created Man

I Don't Want to Be a Ho No Mo'

Flood

Golden Love

Beaches around the World

Seven Sons

Back Pay

No Panties Chocolate Today

In Time Cool

Game Plan

My Last Go-Round

Police

Pastel Paradise or Slavery Pastel

Afraid of the Dark

The Truth and the Law

Never Forget

What Have We Lost?

Not Your Nigga

Panic

You're All That

You Ought to Be a Star

If He Doesn't, You Will

Black Men

War Is a Playground

I Have a Dream

Two Girls, Same Name

Things We've Done

Why I Got Popped

Sexa-Phobic

Slik

Hip-Hop Rap Interlude…

Worship

Street Is a Stickup

Did You Use to Be Me?

Stars Don't Love Cops

Hos

One Love

Shorty Booty Short

Overloaded

John Law

The Lord of the Planets

Tattoos and Battle Scars

Thick Lips and Clits

Pity the Planets

Baby Boys

Five Bucks a Nut

Ain't No Fun When the Hos Are Gone

Without the Sun

Love Rules

Electric Soul

Wolf Tickets

Best Booty Is Both Booties

Big Ya

Genuine, You're Mine

Cops Run from Law

Phallus Paranoia

I'm Not Blind Alone

Gold

Down wit' the Bed

Over the Limit

It's All Good

Down wit' the Captain

Is It All Over?

John Doe, You're a Ho

A Blunt

Gangstas' Slaves

Liquid White People

Oh No, Mutha…

Silon

Boo-Coo

Rain

Gorillas in the Mist

Pussy wit' a Badge

Social Ills

Satellites and Sputniks

Diamond People

Good Bad and Ugly Thugs

Free and Easy

No Visits, No Mail

Ain't No Fun When the Soul Is Gone

Frontline Hero

I'm Ain't Having Sex with My Ex

He Called You Ho

Marijuana Junkie

Going to the Hoop

Ace-deuce

Drug-thug Niggas

Stop the Rain

Soul Mates

I've Been There

Be Mine or Make Me Yours

Blues and the Bomb

Empathy

Watercolor People

A Tear in My Eye

Part-Time Gig

When Will He Go Home?

Who Is Gonna Sing the Love Songs Now That Luther's Gone?

Going West

I Talk to Myself

Freakadoo

I'll Pray for Love

Life Was Free

Resurrection

To Have a Gift

Forgive Us Our Sins

Color Me, Mellow

I Ain't a Punk

Jive Indigo

To Be Young

Could've, Would've, Should've

The Covenant

Black in the Morning

Sho' You're Right

And This I Pray

I'm Nosy

Who Are We?

Too Cool, oh, So Smooth

Slums and Shanties

Lost in a Crowd

Pimp Dicking

Mo' Money

Headaches and Heartaches

I Want My Shorty Back

Alone and Without

Trick or Treat

You Don't Clean House

Dirt

So Sweet, So Bitter

There Is No Hole in My Soul

King Bee

Complected

Bubble Baths and Blunts

Love Your Home

Positive Charged

Afraid

Forgive and Forget

Naked Universes

I'm the Baby's Daddy

The World Turns Around, and Now We're Gone

Suntanned Revolution

What He Say…to Make Her Booty Shake

Don't Tell on Me

Mother-God

Puzzle

Life's a Spike

There's a Drug for That

I Just Wanna Hug

Cataclysm

Why Is Soul?

Calm, Cool, Collected

Coincidence

Black People

Bomb Love

Folk's Steal

Heroin

Existence

I Wanna Go Home

I Had a Friend

All Time

I Won

I'll Be Back Through

My Hero

Kiss the Sky

Your Heart Is Like a Raisin

Tee-Ny-Chee-Bit Jones

We All Come Home

Undercover Brother

Drink to That

Compliments

Absent without Love (AWOL)

Muffin

Our Hearts Are Like Diamonds

The Nerve of You

Trapped

What Can We Share?

No Reasons

Paradigms

About the Author

A Kiss

May 7, 2006

Thursday, October 6, 2005

Song no. 1

What I love is what I miss. What I miss is just a kiss,

just a thought to cool the heat where your lips caress and

hunger me…a kiss to wet your very hot thighs,

like tears to soothe your too dry eyes,

a kiss…can I wet your lovely lips with a kiss?

Nothing but a kiss…nothing but a kiss

A kiss to make your love jones cream…a kiss to leave you

fresh and clean…a kiss to make our natures rise…

a kiss to help you along your way, a kiss to help you say

goodbye, hello, I love you today, I love you tonight…a kiss to

make us feel so right…

a kiss, just a kiss…nothing but a soulful kiss…

A kiss to help you remember, a kiss to leave your lips soft and

tender, a kiss to show you tomorrow, a kiss to make me become

father, a kiss to help you live through your fears…a kiss to

last you through your tears…a kiss to help make us a team…

a kiss to share all that we need…a kiss to nourish and to

feed…a kiss to help us grow in between…aah…just a kiss…

nothing but a kiss… I really need a kiss…

A kiss to last us forever…a kiss to share our life together,

a kiss to move our very soul, a kiss to warm us from the cold,

a kiss to take us higher and higher and never allow us to tire,

a kiss, we only need a kiss, a cool, wet kiss to let us quench our

thirst, a kiss will be like diamonds that are forever,

a moment in time we'll share together alive…a kiss

nothing but a kiss…a kiss is just what my meat misses…

a kiss…nothing but a soulful kiss…

Forever Star…

April 4, 2003

Second edition: June 11, 2006

Song no. 2

(narrated)

To be a star in forever space and time, no beginning in time, no end,

another forever merry-go-round of flesh in white and black sin we're in,

and that's life now, no matter how forever ends.

Nuclear homicide may be fatalistic suicide; will we all ask why?

The fire in the sky and at the core is proof that we've been here before.

The planets and stars and moons all nuclearly fly and move; more and more,

our semen is white, and skin is the lie that we aren't kin; our truth is above and within.

There is no beginning to time, and there is no end, only God marking time

in flesh with love and sin. The reality we imagine seems to take place

again and again. Traveling around the sun and with it no end.

Is life only chemical matter and godly soul and the volume of a circular

sphere, which keeps splitting the atoms of men and women on all planets

with a bomb, cause the sun tanned radiated African people are here?

In Africa, there is so much pain and death in our native land, our beginning

soul, our first breath, simply because the mineral wealth is worth more

than the life of the Black woman and man who need medical help.

Africans are poor and don't have much, and they have less now

'cause Arabs raided their village and burned their huts.

Yes, the fight's only about people from Africa who've been burned by the fire,

born in the sun's first radiation paranoia. Starvation and death take them higher.

Brothers and sisters separated early in life shipped all over the world because

they lost a fight, never knowing that they are blood-related, living all around

the world and seeing each other in different places all the time without knowing

their real names, who they are, or from where they came and what for?

They used to be kin fighting to survive, trying to not sin, thinking about their family

they left behind, again and again, looking to God, wondering if he gives a damn about

this upside-down situation they are in.

The remnants of slaves' unpaid work in the White man's world sometimes feeling saved,

but the pain in our chest lets us know we've both left our kin far away in Africa.

They're hurt, starving, and dying fast every day, so we're chasing the rock to take the pain

Away, but it's sad and true we must find another way… Africa, the forever star…

It's hard, but it's fair. We're here now, but we used to be there for millions of years,

always naked out in the air, just letting you know wherever you are, we all still

care about this little bit of dream and almost forever nightmare, never give up,

bro mean and sister mean still take us there, and one day, we'll all share one love,

one star in space and time, together we'll shine, forever star…

forever star, together in time, forever we shine, forever…forever…forever…

forever star, together in time, forever we shine, forever…forever…forever…

forever star, together in time, forever we shine, forever…forever…forever…

shine…shine…shine…shine…

shine…shine…shine…shine…

Bodyguard Song or BGs

September 21, 2006

Song no. 3

You claim to be a straight-up G when it comes to a diva sister mean,

but when it came to carrying your Glock, you weren't on the scene.

Her crew played on your mind while you wasted away on pot and 'caine

all the time. Bro swain you just a BG wannabe, a broke-dick dog, and

you never owned a hog.

All the while, you should have known the pistol would win, and sister mean

would have to run with them. Girls can be around guns for so long, but in the end,

they have to get out of that thong. I know it hurts to be too young while divas play

with gangstas and thugs, and you know they get bugged.

I know it's your worst nightmare for your star to get stuck up, but it happens to them

all they get fucked. It's hard to pull the trigger when you ain't got a gun, and

he's already thugging and fucking wit' one.

Pain is a part of the game, and you got to get over it once she gets framed,

perfect pimp, perfect punk. It's nothing but sex, and it does get rough,

but it all justifies dicking her butt.

So don't care about the lowdown, avoid the throw-down, but always beware and watch

your back carry your back your sco'e just check that square that called you ho.

Never leave home without it when you know odds are you're gon' mount it.

Don't try to get respected 'cause with it, you're gon' get connected.

So when they mack your lady and hit her every which way, saying ho get naked,

and they start to bounce, I hope she has fun getting high, and when they strap her,

they cum in her eye. She is a kid in a pistol game, a beautiful bitch scared but

high on gangsta fame.

So join the bodyguard association 34 Glocks, and gangster men lead to penetration

just like car accidents. Shit happens around the clock, a lot of alcohol, and a lot

of pot. Too much bravado makes her hip-hop. Men stars need protection too, and

that's a gig too. I'm just rapping about the crotch that's affected you and me.

Friends

September 21, 2006

Song no. 4

Friends are few and very rare

Friends are around when no one cares

Friends stick by you through thick and thin.

Friends stand up for you and help you win

As long as money is in your life, you gotta lend.

But friends will leave you when you're broke

Sometimes friends ain't nothin' but a joke

Friends sometimes only care when you get paid,

then they only want to get you laid.

Friends only want all you got

They fake some props and pass you pot

Friends are few and very rare

Friends fake at love and say they care.

Thank God there are friends that know the score

They actually know that jive is more

A little thought takes the pain away

It makes your friends want to stay

Sometimes friends save your life

A little bit of thought be right on time

So who can say what friends are and what they ain't

So glad friends can deal that thang

When life gets hard, it's the thing to do

Just like love, it won't let you lose

Just like sex, it's the answer

Go ahead, alternate before it turns to cancer

True friends will help you see and help you earn a degree

Not only friends will get you high,

they'll help you get your slice of pie

So do time wit' your folks, and be there for them with hope

Not just when there is cash or dope

Be for real and never steal

Pray your friends will keep it real

About your friends…yeah, about your friends

DB

September 21, 2006

Song no. 5

The best things in life are free, but that is nothing if you can't DB

Don't walk around feeling out of luck

Just ask that girl if you can get on her butt.

You know money comes and goes so fast, and life ain't nothing if you can't

tap that ass. So get off that jones and play your hand

Don't try to reverse your role and give up ass. Be a booty man instead of a fag.

Some people say DB is a sin, but it's in the Bible and sometimes in the ladies' pen

Some people carry a blade, and they talk real slow, trying to beat Ms. Thang

under the skirt to pimping the ho.

Pimping old hos doesn't really pay much 'cause old hos kinda scared to get fucked in the

butt. Still, DB still goes both ways, and most of the time, no one gets paid.

Violence the bomb threat the joint, and no drugs will make a gay out the average thug.

So we all must toot gangsta and keep paranoia on ice. Don't ho and try not to fight.

Don't add to the problem by callin' us ho' when you know you need scag to be a little

mo'. Don't add to the problem by getting on your swerve. Operate your manhood

right and make it work.

She'll ask you to bed 'cause some things men refuse to do.

They all wanna deal but don't wanna go to Mexico.

They wanna make a man a punk but won't fuck a ho.

When Chilli Takes a Shit

Wednesday, August 13, 2003

Song no. 6

When Chilli takes a shit, do you wonder what she thinks?

Does she think of a big brown ebony dick, and does

she think that what we're thinking stinks?

When Chilli takes a shit, does she think of fucking me,

or when Chilli takes a shit, does she just say fuck him

and say piss on me 'cause he forced the intercourse and had mo' d

so he tapped that ass and she begged for more?

When Chili takes a shit, does she take it for cash?

When she sits on the toilet, does she take it in the ass?

Does she like to be stroked slow, or does she like it fast?

Does she like one man or does she like two or does it take three

dicks to get her real loose?

Does she want it every day or only twice a week?

Does she want it in the mouth? Is it good enough

to eat? Does she swallow when she sucks

or just keeps it on her tongue? Does she spit it out or

say, Yummy, yum, yum?

When Chilli takes a shit, does she think about snitchin'

on the guy she was going with and supposed to be hitchin'

sayin' that he won't pimp dick that ass but just keep licking?

When Chilli takes a shit, does hoing and drugs fuck wit' her

Mind? Is she paranoid of getting popped 'cause she fucks all the

Time? When ho takes a shit, does she leave a man wanting more,

and will she tell him if it was the best and she'll ask to be his whore?

When Chilli takes a shit, does she blink out on the stool

or does she smoke a rock of crack and think she's very cool,

or is she scared of fucking herself while she's smocking

weed or hitting up in her uterus when she gets through

peeing? Will she turn a brother on to a pipe or d-four, experience

his pipe elongation and ride him some more?

When Chilli takes a shit…when Chili takes a shit…

Mo' Faith

Wednesday, December 17, 2003

Song no. 7

You never called her ho, you never threatened life,

you were kinda pilgrim slow, but she was macked by a knife,

He put a sco'e on her. He showed her more than twice.

You might as well forget her; she's not winning the fight.

After fellatio and crack, she's as public as the cops.

She won't admit she knew you. She's not gonna stop.

You never brought up murder 1. You were just for fun.

You didn't know how to mack a girl. You never had a gun.

You were really quite square. You didn't have a blade.

You were never in the city. If you were, you couldn't get paid.

You got morals and values from your parents who were

Church-born and raised. It all comes down to this. You got mo'

faith.

So far ain't no sin involved wit' nobody's doll, and it ain't

nobody's business if only ladies' call. But boys wanna be

gangster and girls wanna be a dame; sensationalize

making money get fame for doing crime, but you'll cry like a

baby, if you wind up doing time.

You might as well ride with pot and quinine, don't try to

represent, you should stay nickel and dime to stay outside

the pen. Until you learn the ropes, don't do no wrong;

when you make the connections and learn the directions,

get that dough home.

Don't try to make a million in a single day. Just live for the

weed and have mo' faith. Just live for the green and have mo'

faith. Just make mo' money and keep on running that

misdemeanor, yaaa! Keep yo' bowl lit if it fit, and never do a

day.

Us around the Sun

March 31, 2003

Song no. 8

Written for Paul Simon

I saw the sun, and the sun saw me. I revolved around it as it suspended you

and me. Where we're going, I can't quite see. But maybe it knows the

way back home, and it has the lead, which is the only key, but the destination

is still yet unknown, so we'll sail around the sun, you and me, looking for home.

From the sun, I'm sure, came all life and all breath, and all flesh came from the fire,

and it is not out yet. From the beginning of time billions of years ago, we don't know

where we came from, and we don't know where we're going. Will we see forever?

Can we see another life? Is there immortality on the other side of the night?

So again, we sail around the sun once again in flight.

Why can't people see that we came from white to brown? It's all from the sun's

Chemistry. They must know that by now. There is no difference in you and me.

We're all born from and to a common destiny. How many times around the sun

till the day of the Lord when we meet as one so once again we sail around the sun?

Our Higher Power so intelligent, so dynamic in flight, so fast and free as all the planets

around the sun fly, simultaneously toward unknown galaxies up high.

Around and around, the sun we go. Where we're headed? God only knows.

I forget to say hello when I first look at the light. The sun always blinds me

and reminds me twice. It seems to say, Don't stop talking, as I stare at the sky.

Let's just keep flying as I stare in its eye. Once again, we say hello and goodbye

as we sail around the sun way up high.

It's only because I'm in awe of it all, and it's very hard to express what we are talking

about. But I love the warmth from the sun on my body and the vitamin K in my blood

and the erection that swells and makes me feel loved. Could that be Mother, Father, and

God smiling from above as we forever and again sail around the sun?

It takes fifty-five years for sunlight to reach the earth, which means we see life twice,

and that's déjà vu. But it means God is up in the sky and down here too,

shining his love and strength and spirit down to you.

Chasing the sun for millions of years leaves earth with many happy faces and

millions of tears. God watches wars and starvations, floods, draughts, and refugee

migration, and leaving countless peoples—brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers—

scattered throughout many nations separated from one another on every side of the

sphere, knowing, all saying, I'm still with you, and now we're here.

The Milky Way is in synch every day, every planet orbiting the exact same way.

Exact lovely Venus,