Where is the love?

Where is the love?
You said you'd give to me
soon as you were free
will it ever be
Where is the love?

You told me that you didn't love him,
and you were gonna say goodbye
but if you really didn't mean it,
why did you have to lie?

Where is the love?
you said was mine all mine,
till the end of time
was it just a lie
where is the love?

If you had had a sudden change of heart
I wish that you would tell me so
don't leave me hangin on the promises
you've got to let me know...

Made You Look

So, last night dad doesn't come home 'til late, right? Then, the next morning, he proceeds to sleep all morning and afternoon. He even reads the Sunday papers in bed via the Internet. Meanwhile, a dog's bladders is about to burst. I try to tell him by saying, 'hey yo! A Schipperke's gotta go, you know what I'm saying?' But he just sits there in bed, reading. Finally, I can't take it anymore. I go under the couch and do my thang. It's 3 pm and I've last this long. When he gets up, which almost in time for the 6 pm news, he walks past the couch and stops. I'm thinking, he knows. He looks around, looks at me, then gets his coffee, and goes back to bed. That was close. I'm looking under the couch, thinking, he's gonna find out...man...he's gonna find out...just a matter of time...

Aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

R U Still Down?

Tell 'em all call me a fool
but I'm stuck in this love thang
plus I'm overheatin' from the rush
our tongues touch
kissin feelin fireworks
watch the sky
I make you smile
but you'd rather have
what makes you cry
say goodbye and leave now
with my heart on my sleeve
memories what I found is you
still care (still care) you had feelings
and they're still there baby
girl keep it real here
are you still down

Sorry for the slight disappearance, but my dad went on a trip and my grandparents came into the following week and I couldn't get to the computer. But the other day, I went outside and took a ride around the 'hood. Didn't even need a license, yo. It just started warming up here, and I wanted some air. It felt like I hadn't been outside, in like, forever. (outside of doing my daily thang). So I wanted to tell the world that I'm still down with the outside. If I had long hair, it would have blown in the wind. Watch out. A Schipperke is coming through...

Hit 'em up!

Guess who Dad got to hang out with at some writers' conference last weekend. Sandra Cisneros! Yes, the Sandra Cisneros, writer of House on Mango Street, You Bring Out the Mexican in Me and Loose Woman. If you don't know who she is, I suggest starting out slow with Woman Hollering Creek, then move into Loose Woman. Check out her boots here. Cool, huh? Anyone who ever comes into contact with her should give her mad respect. Dad said there were a few divas at the conference who were talking mess about Sandra. And I'm like, whom are they again? They are dissing Sandra, and they are....whom? Exactly. I think if Sandra finds out, she should make a diss album about all her haters. You don't mess with Sandra.

Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug you love to hate
Little Divas, I hit em up