Andre Rogers

Central High School

Class of 1998

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Andre Rogers - Class of 1998 - Central High School

First Name	Andre
Last Name	Rogers
Graduation Year	Class of 1998
Gender	Male
Current Location	Chicago, Illinois
Hometown	Chicago, Illinois
Relationship Status	Single
About Me	WHAT GOD LOVE???.ME AND YOU........ “He Says More” You better believe in me ‘Cause in time you’ll need me Life into you I have breathed Through my word you shall take heed For I am filled with jealousy When you choose a life of hypocrisy You will receive a lot, not just for show From whom all blessings flow My kingdom will be your safe haven You are saved in spite of all the misbehaving I will answer that knock at the door Stay with me still “HE SAYS MORE” Whom have I in heaven but you Give me praise in all that you do I am with you always Even to the end of the age I have no pleasure in the death of the wicked The coming of the son of God has been predicted For why should you die O house of Israel By grace through faith all shall be healed Worship puts God at the center of our vision Wisdom, knowledge, and understanding as well As humility and hope is the key to the ignition I know your works see I have set before you an open door Aren’t me blessed that “He Says More” Amen… A.I.R. 08/28/03 “What We Are Called” For awhile anyone of African descent Was considered as indecent We were known as slaves, and rock throwers We were called the colored so our Expectations would be lowered In the south they named us Jungle bunnies, porch monkeys, and gator bait Labeled like savaged beasts that had escaped Jody is that black guy going out the back door But us Jigga Boo’s were the ones that’s adored On the west coast they gave us better more common names like spooks and spades And that’s the thanks we get for all the real accomplishments we have undeniably made We didn’t have any but our debts are paid Now you go down in the lower Midwest The names they gave us you couldn’t guess like tar babies, yard apes, jigs and coons But Black America is still out of tune We even have names in other languages like maricon and miate and they make the same wages yet still stuck on the year before pages Reparations now is what I say Still haven’t gotten compensated to this day Our ways of living has always been rough But that’s what makes us thugs though It has been indented in our mind state That us hoodlums and hood rats are irate Our own kind calls us nigger and gang banger And just like us they put their clothes on a hanger I guess there will never be a way to suppress mine and my studious African Americans anger They are mad like we made them work for free We didn’t buy tickets too come over across seas All I want is a say over here and equality Is that so much too ask for I guess so since we now use the front door They clutch their purses And supply us with all types of curses We are the second largest minority And we still don’t have the majority Africa is the richest country But the poorest on the contrary Did they pick cotton in hot fields No so they can’t say they know how we feel When I say we I mean as a whole Just too be called by name properly is my goal Call us what you want We still stand strong on the home front Even when you’re rich and famous or blackballed Don&rs...(read more)