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Can U Handle It?

[Usher speaking]
What's up baby
I'm so glad I got you here
I'm so in love with you
And I don't ever wanna lose you
I wanna take this to the next level
I hope you ready
Now that you're here
I got somethin' to say baby
I think that you should know
You're givin' the most, suga
So don't worry 'bout the situation
I'd never let you go
[Chorus]
Can you handle it
If I go there baby with you
I can handle it
I can go there baby with you
Oh I hear you talkin' babe
Can you handle it
Can I go there baby with you
We gon' set it off
We gon' tear it up
Baby can you handle
Wooooo baby
You say all the time
You only want the best of my love
Now I can see that
There's only one way to tear it up
Yeah
I'm willing to tell you
Everything I let stand between us
But what if I tell you too much
What about you babe
Will you tell me
All the freaky things you are
Before I do
Need you to know
If we make it through
Our love will grow
Oooh ho ho
Imagine how amazing things would be
[Chorus]
Can you handle it
Can I go there baby with you
We gon' set it of
We gon' tear it up
Baby can u handle
I can handle it
I can go there baby with you

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Sonnet Cycle to M C after W S Sonnets CXXXI - CXXXIX

Sonnet Cycle to M C after William Shakespeare Sonnets CXXXI - CLIV

[c] Jonathan Robin

CARE IS OUR DREAM

Sonnet Cycle after William Shakespeare: Part II
Sonnets CXXXI - CLIV

Shakespeare Sonnet CXXXI

Thou art so tyrannous, so as thou art,
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart
Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.
Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold,
Thy face hath not the power to make love groan;
To say they err I dare not be so bold,
Although I swear it to myself alone.
And to be sure that is not false, I swear,
A thousand groans, but thinking on thy face,
One on another's neck, do witness bear
Thy black is fairest in my judgement's place.
In nothing art thou black save in thy deeds,
And thence this slander, as I think, proceeds.

Sonnet CXXXI
Swift in succession fleet speed thoughts when I
Allow time to rhyme contemplating smile.
Nefertiti resignèdly would cry
Grieving 'Quits' obliged to reconcile
To defeat, a feat none else dare try.
Outer skin and inner heart worthwhile
Most naturally ally I testify,
Adopt love’s truth to heart, scorn art and style.
Millions shudder – to your rank unworthy -
Aware all their priorities weigh zilch,
Understatements glib by small minds scurvy,
Deprived of value still your fame they’d filch.
Enshadowed, dark, stark dead their teeming dreams
Compelled to spell fell shutters, failing themes.

Shakespeare Sonnet CXXXII

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,
Have put on black and ivory mourner she,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,

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One At A Time

One at a time
One at a time
Always ready to fight over the little things
Always ready to fight over the little things
One at a time, shes
One at a time, shes
Always ready to fight over the little things.
Always ready to fight over the little things.
Shes going crazy and the table starts shakin,
Shes going crazy and the table starts shakin,
Shes been abusin her body again
Shes been abusin her body again
Her vision gets hazy and the bottles start breakin
Her vision gets hazy and the bottles start breakin
Shes been seeing that man again.
Shes been seeing that man again.
If you want her, you can keep her
If you want her, you can keep her
cos I can only handle one at a time,
cos I can only handle one at a time,
You can take her.
You can take her.
Ive got someone waitin in line
Ive got someone waitin in line
And Id like to
And Id like to
But I can only handle one at a time
But I can only handle one at a time
One at a time.
One at a time.
I found out shes continually cheatin
I found out shes continually cheatin
She insists, she so innocent.
She insists, she so innocent.
So I stayed out at another late meeting
So I stayed out at another late meeting
And she waited up for another arguement.
And she waited up for another arguement.
If you want her, you can keep her
If you want her, you can keep her
cos I can only handle one at a time,
cos I can only handle one at a time,
You can take her.
You can take her.
Ive got someone waitin in line
Ive got someone waitin in line
And Id like to
And Id like to
But I can only handle one at a time
But I can only handle one at a time

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Sonnet LX - Variations In Imitation - after William Shakespeare

See below W S Sonnet LX for English and French variations

Sonnet LX

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d,
Crooked eclipses ‘gainst his glory fight
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow
Feeds on the rareities of Nature’s truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow;
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth despite his cruel hand.

William SHAKESPEARE shak1_0008_shak1_0000 PST_DZX
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So nnet LX Imitation - Par Vagues

Par vagues, s’approchant à la rive pierreuse,
Nos instants précieux écument leur destin,
Chacun son précédent remplaçant en chemin,
Le tout se bousculant - avancée périlleuse.
Le Temps notre jeunesse avale et l’âme heureuse,
Avance, et, mûrissant, se voit sacrée: sa main
Dispute nos chansons, gloires d’antan, - déclin
Que le faucheur étale, éclipse malheureuse.
Le Temps reprend ses dons, de profonds sillons creuse,
Des affronts forts profonds au front jadis si saint,
En dévorant les traces de notre grâce éteinte,
Aucun ne faisant face à sa fauche rieuse!
Pourtant malgré le Temps, sa main sans pitié,
Ces lignes attendent un jour coulant de vérité.

15 December 1991 revised 2005 robi3_0508_shak1_0008 PFT_DZX see robi3_0654
Translation William SHAKESPEARE – Sonnet LX for previous version see below

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Sonnet LX

Ainsi qu’aux vagues visant la rive pierreuse,
Nos instants précieux se hâtent vers leur destin,
Chacun son précedent remplaçant en chemin,

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Shakespeare Daughter's Hungry Street

Jules travelled down smoking art surreal street
to explore bohemian style flavoured beat.
Where all the noble artist souls are found
carrying her doves heart, she was stage bound.
Down to Shakespeare daughter's hungry street.

Jazz sax soared art savouring lovers danced.
Midget naked dancing twin brothers pranced.
Fire eater sister showed her fiery flash style.
Marching the military two step erotic mile.
Down upon Shakespeare daughter's hungry street.

Some priest held paintings of narrow grief.
Some lovers carried crosses of their belief.
Some miracle workers photographed their smile.
Some frozen suit prophets flaunted their style.
Down upon Shakespeare daughter's hungry street.

The red body wine skull shape face glowed.
Humanities blood of experience muse flowed.
Sax and ghost trumpeter explore reality theme.
Every jazz hip poet was singing up wild scene.
Down upon Shakespeare daughter's hungry street.

Some choir angels sung 'let humanity be heard'.
Redemptions poems quote reality to disturb.
Let the high barbed pitched tongues glow.
Artist dreams and mad sanity will overflow.
Down upon Shakespeare daughter's hungry street.

The immaculate dripping sky turned bright red.
Some saint laughed loud, cool your aching head.
Poets, junkies, taxman, lovers played high dice.
Each and every sister painted their own paradise.
Down upon Shakespeare daughter's hungry street.

Drinking her own redemption flavour wine divine.
Slept childlike and woke mysteriously to fine.
The seven stone evangelist had shifted outa town.
The sculptured Valentino had fallen nose down.
Down upon Shakespeare daughter's hungry street.

Jules travelled down smoking art valley street.
To savour bohemian flavour feel burning heat,
but finally her natural innocence was blown.
All the poets ritual seers faces had flown.
Down to Shakespeare daughter's hungry street.

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The Hind And The Panther, A Poem In Three Parts : Part II.

“Dame,” said the Panther, “times are mended well,
Since late among the Philistines you fell.
The toils were pitched, a spacious tract of ground
With expert huntsmen was encompassed round;
The inclosure narrowed; the sagacious power
Of hounds and death drew nearer every hour.
'Tis true, the younger lion 'scaped the snare,
But all your priestly calves lay struggling there,
As sacrifices on their altars laid;
While you, their careful mother, wisely fled,
Not trusting destiny to save your head.
For, whate'er promises you have applied
To your unfailing Church, the surer side
Is four fair legs in danger to provide;
And whate'er tales of Peter's chair you tell,
Yet, saving reverence of the miracle,
The better luck was yours to 'scape so well.”
“As I remember,” said the sober Hind,
“Those toils were for your own dear self designed,
As well as me; and with the selfsame throw,
To catch the quarry and the vermin too,—
Forgive the slanderous tongues that called you so.
Howe'er you take it now, the common cry
Then ran you down for your rank loyalty.
Besides, in Popery they thought you nurst,
As evil tongues will ever speak the worst,
Because some forms, and ceremonies some
You kept, and stood in the main question dumb.
Dumb you were born indeed; but, thinking long,
The test, it seems, at last has loosed your tongue:
And to explain what your forefathers meant,
By real presence in the sacrament,
After long fencing pushed against a wall,
Your salvo comes, that he's not there at all:
There changed your faith, and what may change may fall.
Who can believe what varies every day,
Nor ever was, nor will be at a stay?”
“Tortures may force the tongue untruths to tell,
And I ne'er owned myself infallible,”
Replied the Panther: “grant such presence were,
Yet in your sense I never owned it there.
A real virtue we by faith receive,
And that we in the sacrament believe.”
“Then,” said the Hind, “as you the matter state,
Not only Jesuits can equivocate;
For real, as you now the word expound,
From solid substance dwindles to a sound.
Methinks, an Æsop's fable you repeat;
You know who took the shadow for the meat:
Your Church's substance thus you change at will,

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You have the right to feel, you are successful

Success, sweet success
Success, it is waiting for you
To own and hold on to it

Success of any kind
Has easy access
If you are after it restlessly

Success is not indeed the end
It is the beginning of a
New chain of successes

Simple it is to be successful
So simple, you wonder how many of us are not at it

It all depends on what you feel
Success means to you
You may school your thoughts
And train your emotions
To feel successful on everything
That happens around you

Your retention of all your
Physical, mental and social abilities
Is indeed your success

Your ability to make friends
And help them out in times of need
Is indeed your success

Your ability to keep your cool
In emotionally competing events
And situations
Is indeed your success

Your ability to make your ends meet
Come over challenges, emotional or otherwise
At the right time and in a rightful manner
Is indeed a success

Your ability to stand up
And hold on to your values
Is indeed a success

Your ability to be able to
Discharge your assigned responsibilities
Is indeed your success

Your ability to objectively assess
People and events

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poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Bishop Blougram's Apology

No more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk.
A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith!
We ought to have our Abbey back, you see.
It's different, preaching in basilicas,
And doing duty in some masterpiece
Like this of brother Pugin's, bless his heart!
I doubt if they're half baked, those chalk rosettes,
Ciphers and stucco-twiddlings everywhere;
It's just like breathing in a lime-kiln: eh?
These hot long ceremonies of our church
Cost us a little—oh, they pay the price,
You take me—amply pay it! Now, we'll talk.

So, you despise me, Mr. Gigadibs.
No deprecation—nay, I beg you, sir!
Beside 't is our engagement: don't you know,
I promised, if you'd watch a dinner out,
We'd see truth dawn together?—truth that peeps
Over the glasses' edge when dinner's done,
And body gets its sop and holds its noise
And leaves soul free a little. Now's the time:
Truth's break of day! You do despise me then.
And if I say, "despise me"—never fear!
1 know you do not in a certain sense—
Not in my arm-chair, for example: here,
I well imagine you respect my place
(Status, entourage, worldly circumstance)
Quite to its value—very much indeed:
—Are up to the protesting eyes of you
In pride at being seated here for once—
You'll turn it to such capital account!
When somebody, through years and years to come,
Hints of the bishop—names me—that's enough:
"Blougram? I knew him"—(into it you slide)
"Dined with him once, a Corpus Christi Day,
All alone, we two; he's a clever man:
And after dinner—why, the wine you know—
Oh, there was wine, and good!—what with the wine . . .
'Faith, we began upon all sorts of talk!
He's no bad fellow, Blougram; he had seen
Something of mine he relished, some review:
He's quite above their humbug in his heart,
Half-said as much, indeed—the thing's his trade.
I warrant, Blougram's sceptical at times:
How otherwise? I liked him, I confess!"
Che che, my dear sir, as we say at Rome,
Don't you protest now! It's fair give and take;
You have had your turn and spoken your home-truths:
The hand's mine now, and here you follow suit.

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poem by Robert Browning from Men and Women (1855)
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Dante, Shakespeare, Milton - From

Doctor. Ah! thou, too,
Sad Alighieri, like a waning moon
Setting in storm behind a grove of bays!
Balder. Yes, the great Florentine, who wove his web
And thrust it into hell, and drew it forth
Immortal, having burn’d all that could burn,
And leaving only what shall still be found
Untouch’d, nor with the small of fire upon it,
Under the final ashes of this world.
Doctor. Shakespeare and Milton!
Balder. Switzerland and home.
I ne’er see Milton, but I see the Alps,
As once, sole standing on a peak supreme,
To the extremest verge summit and gulf
I saw, height after depth, Alp beyond Alp,
O’er which the rising and the sinking soul
Sails into distance, heaving as a ship
O’er a great sea that sets to strands unseen.
And as the mounting and descending bark,
Borne on exulting by the under deep,
Gains of the wild wave something not the wave,
Catches a joy of going, and a will
Resistless, and upon the last lee foam
Leaps into air beyond it, so the soul
upon the Alpine ocean mountain-toss’d,
Incessant carried up to heaven, and plunged
To darkness, and still wet with drops of death
Held into light eternal, and again
Cast down, to be again uplift in vast
And infinite succession, cannot stay
The mad momentum, but in frenzied sight
Of horizontal clouds and mists and skies
And the untried Inane, springs on the surge
Of things, and passing matter by a force
Material, thro’ vacuity careers,
Rising and falling.
Doctor. And my Shakespeare! Call
Milton your Alps, and which is he among
The tops of Andes? Keep your Paradise,
And Eves, and Adams, but give me the Earth
That Shakespeare drew, and make it grave and gay
With Shakespeare’s men and women; let me laugh
Or weep with them, and you—a wager,—aye,
A wager by my faith—either his muse
Was the recording angel, or that hand
Cherubic, which fills up the Book of Life,
Caught what the last relaxing gripe let fall
By a death-bed at Stratford, and hence-forth
Holds Shakespeare’s pen. Now strain your sinews, poet,
And top your Pelion,—Milton Switzerland,

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An Unfortunate Likeness

I'VE painted SHAKESPEARE all my life -
"An infant" (even then at "play"!)
"A boy," with stage-ambition rife,
Then "Married to ANN HATHAWAY."

"The bard's first ticket night" (or "ben."),
His "First appearance on the stage,"
His "Call before the curtain" - then
"Rejoicings when he came of age."

The bard play-writing in his room,
The bard a humble lawyer's clerk.
The bard a lawyer (3) - parson (4) - groom (5) -
The bard deer-stealing, after dark.

The bard a tradesman (6) - and a Jew (7) -
The bard a botanist (8) - a beak (9) -
The bard a skilled musician (10) too -
A sheriff (11) and a surgeon (12) eke!

Yet critics say (a friendly stock)
That, though it's evident I try,
Yet even I can barely mock
The glimmer of his wondrous eye!

One morning as a work I framed,
There passed a person, walking hard:
"My gracious goodness," I exclaimed,
"How very like my dear old bard!

"Oh, what a model he would make!"
I rushed outside - impulsive me! -
"Forgive the liberty I take,
But you're so very" - "Stop!" said he.

"You needn't waste your breath or time, -
I know what you are going to say, -
That you're an artist, and that I'm
Remarkably like SHAKESPEARE. Eh?

"You wish that I would sit to you?"
I clasped him madly round the waist,
And breathlessly replied, "I do!"
"All right," said he, "but please make haste."

I led him by his hallowed sleeve,
And worked away at him apace,
I painted him till dewy eve, -
There never was a nobler face!

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Condition of Traditions

How will we handle,
The complete absence of fading values.
And the dismissing of those messages,
Through the years.
Those messages missed and blocked,
By closed ears.

How will we handle the loss of standards,
And our way of self righteous life.

How will we handle the right 'not' to fight,
In needless struggle.
Or clinched our teeth upon a bullet...
As tormenting pain surrounds,
To black and whiten...
Dimming colorized sights.

How will we handle scandle,
And revelations disbelieved.

How many awakened from deep and peaceful sleep,
Will move forward and aware they are seeking outreach.
And...
Just how many will be amused,
By thoughts of being used and abused by slick trickers!
Soliciting more of their conflicts,
In daylight and on city streets.

How can any of this be handled,
While being fixed quickly...
In the midst of this mix!
If...
Conditions of traditions are still disrespected.
Ignored and neglected.

And ammunition is deficient for the ones who are depicted as the:
Grim and down and out dreamers.
Depicted as the:
Grim and down and out dreamers.
Depicted as the:
Grim and down and out dreamers.
Depicted as the:
Grim and down and out dreamers.

How will we handle,
The complete absence of fading values.
And the dismissing of those messages,
Through the years.
Those messages missed and blocked,
By closed ears.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At First Sight

Before false interferences twist mind,
distort perceptions caught, one ought to try
to focus clearly, spirit satisfy,
sharing impressions which should never die
while magic taps into soul’s spring to bind
one day’s events to sense. Here's underlined
empathy with which all identify,
walls fall, emotions' limitless supply.
One chance glance dance askance left half-truth, lie.

Replete with red rose, awed, decor refined,
two former strangers kismet met, good-bye
forever was forgotten as July
supplanted January on the sly.
Earth's seasons topsy-turvy turned as eye
encountered eye which rich dreams decked behind
blocks' veil to comfort karma pre-designed.
Charmed pair shared earth, air, water, fire, entwined,
rebirth freed from dearth's desert dusty, dry.
27 October 1990 revised1 7 June 1991 3 May 2005 and
0 January 2012 for previous version see below

Once in a lifetime favoured few may find
such inspiration words can’t even try
to pin down, predefine, or qualify,
limit, understate or question why,
scorn karma as coincidence or lie.
Yesterday, by more than chance, I dined
across from eyes whose energies unwind,
sensed shocks synaptic instantly defy
Time itself, felt souls electrify.

Here differences dissolved, fears undermined.
That first glance opened understanding. Blind
before ‘one’ must have been, with every tie
from gravity released, - no low, no high -
as everywhere twinned spirits teamed, naught awry.
Base substance shed, trite trammels left behind,
We walked on air, all purer felt, refined,
senses swam, consumed - hedged bets unwind -
completion's joy few mortals quantify.

The message all embraced and somehow signed
dimensions new whose rainbow hues deny
time and space, displace doubts, multiply
empathy, empowering wings to fly.
Magnified magnficence might find
its place in all, for all was redefined ~
impression that itself was heightened by
acceptance shared, that nothing could deny.

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Too Hot To Handle

(myles goodwyn)
Published by northern goody two tunes, ltd./capac - ascap
You tried so hard to please me, you have me on your list
Just one more heart to play with, I know that you tried your best
Well Im not the kind to take it, Ill turn, Ill walk away
Cause you cast your spell upon me, but things wont stay this way
I try to love you, I try to make you see
But everytime I turn around, youre walking out on me
I cant take it no more, I say
Youre too hot (too hot), Ive got my hands full
Youre so hot (so hot), too hot to handle
Its so tough (so tough), theres nothin left to try
I have a thing for your love, but weve both had enough
Because youre too hot to handle
They told me all about you, that Id better watch my step
Ive had alot of girlfriends, but no one like you yet
I wanna be the only one, you say that you want the same
But youre much too restless for me girl, Im tired of playin games
The change surrounds you, cant you see its all around you
I know I cant take a chance, I wont go again
I cant take it no more, I say
Youre too hot (too hot), Ive got my hands full
Youre so hot (so hot), too hot to handle
Its so rough (so rough), theres nothin left to try
I have a thing for your love, but weve both had enough
Because youre too hot to handle
Your eyes, they dance with fire, the flames just tease the soul
Your eyes concede a passion girl, but the blood in your heart runs cold
I say Im not gonna waste my time, I dont want you on my mind
I said its over now, were through, I wont waste my time no more with you
I try to love you, I try to make you see
But everytime I turn around, youre walking out on me
I cant take it no more, I say
Youre too hot (too hot), Ive got my hands full
Youre so tough (so tough), too hot to handle
Its so rough (so rough), theres nothin left to try
I had a thing for your love, but weve both had enough
Because youre too hot to handle (too hot), youre much too hot for me
Youre too hot (too hot), I can feel it girl, much too lazy (too hot)
This boy is gone, its time to run girl, youre too hot (too hot)
Youre much too hot for me, cant you see youre (too hot)
Ive had enough, gonna walk away now

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Ill Be Hard To Handle

Now well say till something do us part
That old dad of mine aint got a heart
Any girl whos out for pleasure
Thinks of marriage only at her leisure
As it is, theyve got the horse behind the cart
When my pop said we must wed,
He kind of wowed me, still Im read-y
But one thing must be clear
At this time
Ill be hard to handle
I promise you that
And if you complain
Heres one little jane
Wholl leave you flat
Ill be hard to handle
What else can I be
I say with a shrug
I think youre a mug
To marry me
When you first threw me a gander
I was willing to philander
But I never thought Id have to be a bride
Now youre gonna find tough sledding
I dont want no shotgun wedding
I was only along for the ride
Ill be hard to handle
Im telling you plain
Just be a dear
And scram out of here
Im gonna raise cain
Ill be hard to handle
My bridges are burned
This weddings a gag
And youre in the bag
Where Im concerned
Ill be hard to handle
When weve said, I do
See theres no hope
I just got a dope
When I took you
Ill be living my life in bed
But they always will be twin beds
And I warn you, youll be living like a monk
Our affair is now a past one
So dont think youve pulled a fast one
Just remember, I think youre a punk!
Ill be hard to handle
Im no ball and chain
Ill find some means
To call the marines

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What's On My Mind

I can't have this conversation
Without lots of reservations on the line
If there's a way to slip around it
Then I'm bound to get around it one more time
Honey you are so persuasive
But it makes me more evasive when you pry
You can label me elusive
But the facts are inconclusive at this time
'Cause you can't handle what's on my mind
I've got roses growing over what you'd find
But keep on asking if you're inclined
'Cause you can't handle what's on my mind
I don't mean to drive you crazy
Comin' off all vague and hazy just because
I don't have an answer for you
I just wouldn't want to bore you if it does
'Cause you can't handle what's on my mind
I've got roses growing over what you'd find
But keep on asking if you're inclined
'Cause you can't handle what's on my mind
But keep on asking if you're inclined
'Cause you can't handle what's on my mind
Because you can't handle what's on my mind

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I Believe

when the ride
has its ups and downs
to turn your pretty face
to an ugly frown
seems that when i fix one thing
another one comes
clouding up my vision
but i can feel the sun
i believe that i can do this
i know that i can win
as long as i have
his love within
i believe that i can make it
i can make it through the night
i believe that i can walk on
with my head held high
i believe that i am special
in every way
but in ordewr to have my victory
i gotta believe
i have to see
myself at the finish line
i have to visualize
that everything will fall in line
i have to visualize the land
while riding throught the storm
i have to trust in my father
and open up my heart
i believe that i can do this
i know that i can win
as long as i have
his love within
i believe that i can make it
i can make it through the night
i believe thast i can walk on
with my head held high
i believe that i am special
in every way
but in order to have my vitory....
oh heartbreak (i can handle it)
and heart pain (i can handle it)
being let down (i can handle it)
no ones around (i can handle it)
i believe i can (i can handle it)
i recieve i can (i can handle it)
and now in walkin right into my victory
i believe that i can make it
i can make it throught the night
i believe that i can walk on
with my head held high

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song performed by Yolanda Adams
Added by Lucian Velea
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I Gotta Believe

ooh! ooh!(talk about it) 2x
Verse 1:
You know life, has it's ups and downs,
turn your pretty face, into an ugly frown.
Seems that when I fix one thing,
another one comes, clouding up my vision,
And I can feel the sun, i believe that I can do this,
I know that I can win, just as long as I have his love within.
Chorus:
I believe that I can make it, I can make it through the night
I believe that I can walk on, with my head held high,
I believe that I am special in every way,
But in order to have my victory(I gotta believe) Ooh!
(Everbody help me say!!!) (Chorus)
(Take your time and tell them how to make it.)(1st chorus only)
Verse 2:
I have to see myself at the finish line (Talk about it)
I have to visualize that everything will fall in line (Talk about it)
I have to visualize the land while riding through the storm,
I have to trust in my father and open up my heart.
I know that I can do this, I know that I can win,
Just as long as I have his love within.
(Chorus)
Bridge:
Ohh! Heartbreak (I can handle that)
And heart pain (I can handle that)
Being let down (I can handle that)
No One's around (I can handle that)
I believe I can (I can handle that)
I receive I can (I can handle that)
And now I'm walking right into my victory!!!!!
(Chorus)2x

song performed by Yolanda Adams
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I Believe

when the ride
has its ups and downs
to turn your pretty face
to an ugly frown
seems that when i fix one thing
another one comes
clouding up my vision
but i can feel the sun
i believe that i can do this
i know that i can win
as long as i have
his love within
i believe that i can make it
i can make it through the night
i believe that i can walk on
with my head held high
i believe that i am special
in every way
but in ordewr to have my victory
i gotta believe
i have to see
myself at the finish line
i have to visualize
that everything will fall in line
i have to visualize the land
while riding throught the storm
i have to trust in my father
and open up my heart
i believe that i can do this
i know that i can win
as long as i have
his love within
i believe that i can make it
i can make it through the night
i believe thast i can walk on
with my head held high
i believe that i am special
in every way
but in order to have my vitory....
oh heartbreak (i can handle it)
and heart pain (i can handle it)
being let down (i can handle it)
no ones around (i can handle it)
i believe i can (i can handle it)
i recieve i can (i can handle it)
and now in walkin right into my victory
i believe that i can make it
i can make it throught the night
i believe that i can walk on
with my head held high

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song performed by Yolanda Adams
Added by Lucian Velea
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I Gotta Believe

ooh! ooh!(talk about it) 2x
Verse 1:
You know life, has it's ups and downs,
turn your pretty face, into an ugly frown.
Seems that when I fix one thing,
another one comes, clouding up my vision,
And I can feel the sun, i believe that I can do this,
I know that I can win, just as long as I have his love within.
Chorus:
I believe that I can make it, I can make it through the night
I believe that I can walk on, with my head held high,
I believe that I am special in every way,
But in order to have my victory(I gotta believe) Ooh!
(Everbody help me say!!!) (Chorus)
(Take your time and tell them how to make it.)(1st chorus only)
Verse 2:
I have to see myself at the finish line (Talk about it)
I have to visualize that everything will fall in line (Talk about it)
I have to visualize the land while riding through the storm,
I have to trust in my father and open up my heart.
I know that I can do this, I know that I can win,
Just as long as I have his love within.
(Chorus)
Bridge:
Ohh! Heartbreak (I can handle that)
And heart pain (I can handle that)
Being let down (I can handle that)
No One's around (I can handle that)
I believe I can (I can handle that)
I receive I can (I can handle that)
And now I'm walking right into my victory!!!!!
(Chorus)2x

song performed by Yolanda Adams
Added by Lucian Velea
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If You Handled Your Business

Come on and handle it quick.
Your business.
Handle it quick and then split.
Your business.
Tired am I of your lip.
It's twisted.
And I deserve none of it.
It's real sick.

'Cause you're too busy pitching what's imagined,
But,
Does no exist.
It's unrealistic and I feel ballistic.

Come on and handle it quick.
Your business.
Handle it quick and then split.
Your business.
Tired am I of your lip.
It's twisted.
And I deserve none of it.
It's real sick.
It's unrealistic and I feel ballistic.

And if you handled your business,
The air between us would not stay thick!

Come on and handle it quick.
Your business.
Handle it quick and then split.
Your business.
'Cause...
You're too busy pitching what's imagined,
But...
Does no exist.
It's unrealistic.
I feel ballistic.

And if you handled your business,
The air between us would not stay thick!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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