Murder?   I was there when the bodies were found In a wooded area, like a campground I was there when the police came around Murder?   I was no stranger to death, only murder No details, investigation further   The bodies not yet decomposed But rodents and vermin exposed The flesh left to rot on a camper’s cot Murder?   Originally DaMoment Was it Murder?	Immigration? Are You Crazy?   Why is everything so high, with morality so low? Immigration – You didn’t know? They come from afar to get across the border, all they really want is to get their life in order unfortunately, the illegal way ain’t right, as they climb fences, and dig ditches to get here in the night They have hope; and, in America they trust, so they quickly crawl their way to safety in the dust they’re here now and settled, what would you do? Send them packing, or give them a green card too? Immigration? Are you crazy? These folks are not lazy They do work many won’t and have jobs others don’t They’re only trying to make a living, on all the benefits America is giving Counties and States are rising up hell bent, denying the services of the taxpayer  The immigrant, they offend It’s really a hard choice, for they’ve been here a while Years gone by, they’ve gotten a better life style “Immigration? Are you crazy?” is a question many ask, but a resolution is actually the ultimate task What would you do? How would you do it, I’d like to ask Without dissolving families, causing havoc, reversing the bask The state of Immigration is crazy.   -Originally DaMoment   LIFE   Life is so damn difficult, makes me want to cuss But when I do, people look at me and wonder what’s all the fuss   What? You’ve never been broke, been evicted or robbed? Ever been on welfare or lost a heart-throb?   Ever had a car to break down, searching for someone to haul you around? What are you a machine, clueless to what I mean?   Ever been homeless, sleeping on a grate All because you lost your job and your family estate?   Ever been completely down trying to get up? Panning for donations with a broken coffee cup?   For some life is and can be so damn difficult And yes even in America you can get in a rut   Originally DaMoment	A Part of Me Died                                    A drunk driver took the life of my younger brother                                          In the car was me, my cousin and my mother A Part of me died   I got the news in my hospital bed,                                              "He didn't make it" was all the clergy said A Part of Me Died                   I cried, we cried at the thought of how he had lived                         A boy so precious, not to experience what life had to give   A Part of Me Died    At the age of two he had so much to gain    But his life was cut short by a drunk in the wrong lane A Part of Me Died                                               Today is the present, the past history, or so it is said                      My memory continues to tell me that my brother is dead                A part of me died on that day, there was nothing I could say                          So I cried - Originally DaMoment What Is Your Name This is not a game For I know you are the same Man I spoke to once before Remember? You opened the door For me to enter in when I had lots of bags I didn’t look pretty for I was in clothes like rags But you gave me a smile all worth the while You were a gentleman then, I am trying to think again What is your name? Originally DaMoment