Same Old Song

September 14, 2019 ~ Claude Limehouse ~ Leave a comment

He comes in, face looks grim
Looks for something wrong,
Only he can have a bad day,
It’s still the same old song.

Seeking confirmation,
He never stays too long;
A hurricane on steroids,
It’s still the same old song.

It really doesn’t matter,
What I’ve done before,
There is no thought to loyalty
That shits out the door.

He’s a man of many issues,
And he shows them everyday.
I used to feel some empathy,
But that shits gone away.

He doesn’t give a flying fuck,
About how his team feels;
Yet he seeks appreciation,
He doesn’t see the deal.

I won’t be his whipping boy,
He has me by the balls;
But he’s lost all my respect,
And another job will call.

If he thinks that I won’t leave,
Then he’s gotten me all wrong;
When I go, his mind will blow,
It’s still the same old song.

He’ll bitch and moan and call me names,
And say I’ve done him wrong;
He’s brought this shit upon himself,
It’s still the same old song.

Leaders Teach

September 12, 2019 ~ Claude Limehouse ~ Leave a comment

A leader’s basic role’s to be,
The one who teaches constantly ;
Show them how to see a threat,
Visualize answers, make the best bet.

Successful leaders can explain,
The top three things that lead to gain;
Show up early, prep and plan,
Lead by example when you can.

Stay true to you and to your style,
Be here now, go the extra mile;
Put others first, it’s not about you,
Believe in your team and the things they do.

The winds of change you must control,
To lead them to a lofty goal;
In the end, we all will see,
That leaders teach things constantly.

Jim and Flo

September 1, 2019 ~ Claude Limehouse ~ Leave a comment

Jim was a man who knew too much,
Who talked too much, who squawked too much;
Jim was a man who knew too much,
But now he’s dead and gone.

He was a man who lived with kings,
Who stayed with kings, who played with kings;
He was a man who lived with kings,
But now he’s dead and gone.

There was a man who ran the show,
And owned the show, was in the know;
There was a man who ran the show,
Who put the hit on Jim.

The big, bad man was known as Pete,
He fought the street, he bought the street;
This bad man whose name was Pete,
He whacked his good friend Jim.

The bad ass man who ran the show,
Was in the know bout Jim and Flo;
Jim and Flo were in the know,
That Flo was Big Pete’s wife.

Jim was a man who knew too much,
He did the crime but did no time;
Jim was a man who knew too much,
But didn’t see the knife.

2018 Rap

August 14, 2019 ~ Claude Limehouse ~ Leave a comment

Women’s Rights, Party Fights and violence fill the air,
White men show minorities
They truly do not care.

Each step up
Is two steps back,
To times that weren’t right.
A time when opportunity was great… if you were white.

Statues falling, names a calling
Torches, chants and death.
People fighting endlessly
Until their final breath.

Standing up for our beliefs
We’ve done it all before.
But this time moves so differently,
It’s rotten to the core.

The world perceives a weakened state,
A red and blue divide.
They could walk in and take it all
But haven’t even tried.

There’s no need to interfere
Or try to get involved
They sit and watch and wait it out,
To see if it’s resolved.

This fight within, it is a sin,
Embarrassing and wrong;
To say that we’ll make changes,
Then play the same old song.

We need to come together
As Americans once more,
We need to feel the hope, the love,
And stop internal war.

A wise man said, “The answer friend,”
“Is blowing in the wind.”
That wind of change is what will make
Our country great again.

It’s not the narcissism ,
It’s not the constant lies,
It IS the fact the stubborn base
Won’t open up their eyes.

We all have rights to our beliefs,
No ones right or wrong.
But we say that we will change
Then play the same old song.

This time round, please make it count,
Get off your ass and vote.
Turn off Fox and CNN,
Put down the damn remote.

Women and minorities
Fought so they’d be heard,
Now’s the time to raise your voice,
And make them feel your words.