G-Dawg Radio

[Verse 1]You read my silence like a confessionDrew a villain in the space betweenEvery shadow gets a dark intentionWhen you only see what you want to seeI have walked through rooms where no one claimed meCarried weight you never thought to askBut you built a wall of accusationsHiding from the truth behind your mask
[Chorus]I am not your enemyTake my hand and you will seeEvil twists the truth in lifeSee the truth within my eyesI am not your enemyTake my hand and you will seeLet the darkness fall asideSee the light within my eyes
(solo)
[Verse 2]You have heard the whispers paint me hollowLet the rumor build a cage aroundBut the ones who fall for every echoNever stop to hear the real soundI have loved through seasons cold and brokenGiven more than you will ever knowEvery scar upon my skin is spokenFrom a life I carried long ago
[Chorus]I am not your enemyTake my hand and you will seeEvil twists the truth in lifeSee the truth within my eyesI am not your enemyTake my hand and you will seeLet the darkness fall asideSee the good within my eyes
[Bridge]Maybe fear is all you knowMaybe trust was lost so long agoBut I am standing in the open lightNot every soul is built to fightLook me in the face and tell me nowWhat is it you're really so afraid ofI will not break beneath your doubtI am made of everything you're dreaming of
[Chorus]I am not your enemyTake my hand and you will seeEvil twists the truth in lifeSee the good within my eyesI am not your enemyTake my hand and you will seeLet the darkness fall asideSee the truth within my eyes
[Outro]See the good within my eyesSee the good within my eyes...

[Verse 1] 
The garden of the soul was sown in silence, where the voices hummed like bees within the wheat. A shepherd girl who traded wool for iron, with starlight in her sandals for the street. The crown of France was rusting in the shadows, a kingdom carved by wolves and winter rain. She heard the bells of heaven ring in thunder, to wash away the harvest of the pain. 
[Chorus] 
Oh, the Maid is a mirror to the sun, a silver blade that cuts the dark in two. She is the siege that breaks the stone of sorrow, the morning light that turns the gray to blue. From the ashes of the field to the gates of the king, she carries the fire that the angels bring. 
(solo)
[Verse 2]
The walls of Orléans were weeping mortar, the river held its breath against the tide. She rode a ghost of white across the water, with nothing but the spirit as her guide. No armor forged by man could hold the lightning, no fortress wall could keep the dawn at bay. She turned the tide of centuries in a heartbeat, and chased the hungry shadows from the day. 
[Bridge] 
They called her witch, they called her wild fire, they bound her to the stake of human fear. But flames are only wings for those who listen, to music that the deaf can never hear. The smoke becomes a veil for the ascension, the iron turns to gold within the heat. 
[Chorus] 
Oh, the Maid is a mirror to the sun, a silver blade that cuts the dark in two. She is the siege that breaks the stone of sorrow, the morning light that turns the gray to blue. From the ashes of the field to the gates of the king, she carries the fire that the angels bring. 
(solo)
[Outro] 
The embers cool, the story starts to bloom, a lily rising from the hollow room. She is the light, she is the light, she is the light.

Written and produced by Ron Allen and G-Dawg Trading~ 

Written and produced by Ron Allen and G-Dawg Trading~ 
I'm not a writer got no quips to put to page If I see one I will fight er'fighting these days is the rage 
I can rhyme a word or two fix your shoe with super glue sing a song of love so true sail off with you in a canoe
fighting my sleep putting words onto the page easier in silence to explain yourself away 
I am not a blacksmithgot no anvil for to bang I can buy an axe at Trickles and above my shed door hang 
(solo)
my lady grows impatientwaiting for me in the bed but I am forty-seven her thirty-three we'll see me dead 
fighting with my myself uses words all filled with rage easier to blame ones self than to cast upon a stage 
I am not a pilot got no plane to fly around If I did then I would try it in the sky and on the ground 
You are not that differentthan anyone at allyou prefer Italian and come when you are called 
fighting this trafficgetting stuck can kill your day better to take a chopper if the weather's nice that day 

Written and produced by Ron Allen and G-Dawg Trading~ 

Written and produced by Ron Allen and G-Dawg Trading~ 
Origially a poem from the My Eclectic Collection series, book 2 available on Amazon~
I slept with the words you left meHad bad dreams all through the nightThe world sought out to hurt meas with you they had aligned 
They took your rant, although untruethen filled with rage from baseless viewsAll two-faced, one came ungluedThey screamed and cried; they all were you 
the looks upon their faces were the same as the next as they dug in and took up root so deep within my nest 
[Synth Solo} 
Behind your eyes I could still see the tracesBlinded by the lies as I traverse the sea of faces 
I am not sad, I'm not the things you sayI never get mad, unless I'm drinking on that day 
behind your mask you finally find, a place where you and truth can hide and dance about absent gentle grace in every mouth a rotten taste 
[Keyboard Solo]
They took your rant, although untruethen filled with rage from baseless viewsAll two-faced, one came ungluedThey screamed and cried; they all were you 
Mutilator, God I hate her use her once and see you later always making people itch little bitter tricky bitch 
Loves herself and all despiteno qualities that you can like making new friends every daydrains them then she's on her way 
Mutilator, God I hate her take her by the hair and spank her always making people sick little bitter tricky bitch
 

Wriiten and produced by Ron Allen and G-Dawg Trading~
 

Written and produced by Ron Allen and G-Dawg Trading~
We walked on down to potter street with signs and spray the pride we keep and took to making all aware of all of that which of we care the people who were living near approached our crowd with little fear said, hey there man why are you here I'm not one to anger quick but don't give me no trashy lip I'll hit you if you let me, man just stay real still I know I can [Keyboard Solo] We left the dismal train wreck scene and jogged on down to meet the Queen she stood upon the river's edge and begged us all to hedge are bets kiss my fricken olden sack the talking heads with ever-yap so lost in words they gave no thought retreat and scream when they get caught the people who were backing truth turned into bullies feeding youth a load of lines to steal the loot [Synth Solo] In this song a secret code within the words and beat it flows into the minds of those who know [Keyboard Solo]

A modified version of a poem from a book in the My Eclectic Collection series first published in 2015. You can find a copy here https://a.co/d/05iIa6bG
These pictures are minemy moments in time frozen little memorieskept in frames of different kinds they all show my love smilingthey all tell many lies my love inside was dyingbuttercup had lost her mind 
I was running through the corn stalksplacing rocks upon the road lighting fires for smoke and cover mom and dad they didn't know Then a day would come when new blue jeans I'd find atop my bed, looked quite big but fit just right and thick had grown my once thin chest 
Never did I chase one Never did I play the game It would seem without a doubtI attract a different dame 
Obvious I'd be taken hungry eyes with ease could read with a smile intertwined in time, a treasure from my seed 
these pictures are minethese pictures tell a story 
If you look deep into her eyesyou'll see the hope amidst the light once a display of colors bright all the smiles now black and white I take this little six by ten And with my eyes take it again I close my eyes and play pretend each flash it sends me back again My little pretty red head friendthe pain's too much wish it would end 
If I paint you on my wall and I meet you in my dreams Will you be as I desire set to, programmed as I need If I pin these to the wall in the order they occurredSit with all these memories and see them all returned will it feel as once it did ignite that fire that once burned Or will I drown in my tears as these pictures make me hurt 
These pictures are minemy once upon a times they show the faces of our past hold the memories of our lives take a picture of me now keep it safe so we can see in another little whilewhere we all just then might be  

This is from a poem in the My Eclectic Collection series published in 2015. It's one I tried to see to a novella once but didn't care for it. You can find the book of poems on Amazon Kindle here https://a.co/d/073tQHl9
It's about four prisoners that make music to pass the time. Of course, they are all innocent.