By Jovani Turner

The O.G. From Way Back

Jovani Turner is……..

About the Author

Inside this issue:

Ghetto Issues 6

Peace 7

Truth 8

Strength 9

Do Ya Hear Me? 10

Put This Woman First 11

River 12

Signifying 13

Page 6

I hate ghetto issues and issues they got

I tell all the ratchets

To give it up to God

I shouldn’t say ratchet

But ratchet I say

Let’s let it be known

How females act today

Let’s be classy and let’s go to school

Pray to God and get your tools

Be a better person and look

Past the dudes

Let’s play them like the Wii

They hold the key

We hold the box

with the precious treasure

But it must stay locked

Ghetto issues

Page 7

Why so mean?

In God we trust

That’s unseen

Peep in the devil’s door and he might let you in

Rappers we love, singers we thought,

Come from up above

Why so blind to the scene?

So I know you wouldn't be able to handle the unseen

Yeah, unseen souls surrounding you hear

The got in because you was brain dead

So they made you rich and, dang, you got the fame

I’d rather be poor then sell my soul for the game

And a little piece of change

It just ain’t me, just not what I see

I see the bigger picture

So, I’m like,

Peace!

Peace

Page 8

Devil secrets and untold stories frightened by

the truth so we ignore it Pray to Jesus saying keep us safe

But then you deny Jesus in your friend’s face God’s child you claim his word

You supposedly proclaim But get out in the streets you’re not the same

Like putting a picture in a frame Changing the picture when you go to church

But when you leave you’re the worst God has blessed you so much he sent his only begotten son

And this is how you thank him You’re time will come

Lost Is your soul Found is the goal Keep denying Jesus and you won’t find a home

Jesus has a palace with many rooms I hope I get one and I hope you too find Jesus

and he will be the guide for you This Earth is doomed

put your faith in God, he’s coming soon Faith without works is dead

so I’ma spread the word and break bread Not letting the devil hold me back or strap me down

Truth

Harvard, Yale and Princeton

That’s what I aspire to be

Colleges for a Black beau-ty

Brother opened my ears to bare to grasp

The classy affairs

To compete, to dominate!

Beat, delete, defeat,

To NEVER be treated as a minority

Strength Page 9

Page 10

While we listen to Yg, Nicki Minaj, and Nipsy Hussel Would you take the time to understand my struggle

Yg say bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks….now while you blstin it in yo car and rapping along think about how mama feel

about that song

Yg put in little girls head that they’re nothing but a hoe and a trick

That’s dead not knowing she can break bread and make men fall to their knees

If she’s smart she won’t need

YG…..pause...now all these fellows walking around listening to YG’s sounds

thinking he oh so cool

Did you know he was a failure in school?

Ahhh..all the tattoos and all the fame will pass his way and never come again cause what goes up must come down at its

climax….now it’s drowned.

I’m done!

Do Ya Hear Me?

Page 11

Tv’s are a distraction Phones are most humans’ attraction

Lust, they call harmless love But that’s not what God say

Yeah, he’s up above The bible is my pleasure

His Word; that’s my treasure I’m not perfect. Yeah, I’m only thirteen

But I know more things seen and unseen Demons trying to capture me Coming in the form of a man

Trying to take my virginity But no, not I. I will stride

Only if the Lord is my guide I bet you wasn’t ready for that line

But I will strive because the Lord will come back one day

He’s alive…….

Put This Woman First

As I sat on my couch

and thought about what I read

It came to me; Jesus is not dead

Yeah, they believe in Jesus too

But just not as we do

I know Jesus is my soul survivor

So I’m a rode rida; not giving a care

Bible in my left and scripture in my hand

Let’s spread the word

So the whole population

Won’t be dammed

Page 12

The River

Page 13

Signifying Judgment in the church, Gossip in the pews

Worried about her necklace, and ooh look at her shoes

She ain’t married, livin’ with that man

My oh my, she’s damned

We gossip, God’s looking on us...in disgust

We are his children and we refuse to take the bus

Sitting on the pew talking about me

Listen, oh listen, listen to me please

Live your life, don’t live mine for me

I talk about no one yet there’s plenty to say

No, I’m not a star but paparazzi

watchin me, waiting on me

Waitin for me to do wrong, so they can feel strong

but...you’re wrong!

Gossip on your breath, hatred stain on your face

You no where but the devil’s bitter palace

Givin It Up

To the Most High