By Kenneth R. Jenkins
Freedom Cry
in memory of the children of South Africa
There’s a love worth waiting for, A warm body next to me, A love so close as close can be, A love I surely truly, truly adore.
The Soul of Jazz
The soul of Jazz Where Jazz is soul And the soul of Jazz is within. Bringing back the days of old Where jazz was Jazz and Jazz was…
Ghettoland
There’s a place you payOn these streetsAnd sometimes it’s highLike the cost of dopeIn order to kill whateverThat not rightWhatever that’s…