Lasith (lasith) wrote,

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With patience..Comes Glory

I like having the free time now...Slo Pitch and Soccer in the evening...Tutoring the children...Visiting the people dipersed and returning...Change is good.

I find that I must have given 50 high fives after the games on Whyte last night, And the bar chanting Let's Go Oilers, and singing na na na hey hey good bye
was a thing that will stay in my memory forever.  Many thanks to Kevin, Alex, Arif, Duane, Dinesh for their assistance in the Move.  But the chaos last night,
the energy is something I love, some fear chaos but i feel comfortable in it, prepared for change.  Possibly because I cause drama, live in drama and 
enjoy the drama.  There is a problem if I find things to boring all the time, I don't think so, I just like new things, change, energy.

Showcase on Sunday nights is awesome, I think I will miss it though because I have no cable and I am getting free wireless from all over the place...
I might have a plan to possibly visit my father on the could be a solution and make my tutoring of the chinese kids easier.  I really love Calvin,
just teaching him I hate to do...My hate sprung from my love, like the death of a dove...

Go ahead, man

Here, have a dollar
In fact no, brother man, here, have two
Two dollars means a snack for me

But it means a big deal to you
Be strong, serve God only
Know that if you do, beautiful heaven awaits
That's the poem I wrote for the first time
I saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plate
Mister Wendal, that's his name
No one ever knew his name 'cause he's a no one
Never thought twice about spending on an old bum
Until I had the chance to really get to know one
Now that I know him, to give him money isn't charity
He gives me some knowledge, I buy him some shoes
And to think blacks spend all that money on big colleges
Still most of y'all come out confused

Go ahead, Mister Wendal
Go ahead, Mister Wendal

Mister Wendal has freedom
A free that you and I think is dumb
Free to be without the worries of a quick to diss society
For Mister Wendal's a bum
His only worries are sickness and an occasional harassment
By the police and their chase
Uncivilized we call him
But I just saw him eat off the food we waste
Civilization, are we really civilized
Yes or no, who are we to judge
When thousands of innocent men could be brutally enslaved
And killed over a racist grudge
Mister Wendal has tried to warn us about our ways
But we don't hear him talk
Is it his fault when we've gone too far
And we got too far 'cause on him we walk
Mister Wendal, a man, a human in flesh
But not by law
I feed you dignity to stand with pride
Realize that all in all you stand tall

Go ahead, Mister Wendal
Mister Wendal, yeah
Yeah, Mister Wendal
Mister Wendal, yeah, Lord

Mister Wendal

Mister Wendal
Mister Wendal, yeah, Lord
Mister Wendal
Mister Wendal, yeah, Lord
Mister Wendal


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