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From the Womb to Heaven

From the Womb to Heaven is a book of poems that was created through the hard times and struggles in the author’s life. He hopes and prays through his poems that the youth of today and tomorrow will learn and benefit from his experiences.

From The Womb to Heaven Vol. II

I was born to Mr. & Mrs. Tyson on February 17, 1944 in Philadelphia, Pensylvania. Sometime after that, we as a family moved back to North Carolina to farm.

The first thing I remember about myself was the time I got my first beating with a rope. I was about three or four years old. I remember my sister and I playing around the screen door while my parents were working the field nearby. As she would stick her finger in the back of the door, I would close the door and try to catch her fingers. After 3 or 4 times of playing our game, her finger got caught in the door and she started crying. My stepfather came running into the house and started beating me with a rope. I remember crawling under the bed to the farthest corner trying to get away. I also remember crying myself to sleep. It’s been a hard road for me but I have perservered and became a very successful man in spirit and in health.

The next thing I remember, we the family were going to see my sick grandmother. On the way, my stepfather stopped in to get a drink. we stayed in the car with the driver My stepfather must have gotten into an argument with someone. as my stepfather was getting into the car, someone threw a bottle at him. My stepfather told the driver to drive on. a piece of glass got into my eye. I started crying and then my mom started crying. We went on to my grandmother’s house. I remember my mom squirting some milk from her breasts into my eye. there she got the glass out of my eye. sometime later my grandmother died.


Don’t Hate On Me

Undertakers don’t hate on this,
I don’t want to go below.
To me its hell down there,
Nothing but darkness for my soul.

Could we be in heaven and catching hell?
My spirit is the air I breathe.
Sometimes they call me sneeze.
I’m not a disease.
I’m a ghetto king.
I can’t sing.
I’m just rapping,
my thoughts all over this world.

Written September 16, 2012
By William M. Tyson Jr.

From Midnight to Daylight

At the age of 29 years old I got tired of lying. I was sitting at the dining room table at midnight. I put my head down on the dinning room table. I started praying to GOD for all of my wrong doings. I prayed for everybody that I grew up around. I asked god to forgive us all. We only did what went on around us. When I got to the age of three years old, my mind went blank. I heard a voice saying, “You’re God, tell the world”. When I lifted my head up it was daylight on a sunday morning. I think I”m in heaven just catching hell. I’m still on my job.

Technology And My Future

We’re always making plans for our future. With technology we can bring the future to us, because cameras are almost everywhere. They see almost everything we do. That magic eye don’t lie, don’t ask me why.

What my eyes see my mind must believe, except when we are watching that monster we call television. It shows us our past, present, and future. So why can’t we bring the future to us.

Only the rich hate to see their future erased, without their wealth we would all be equal. There won’t be any need for their money, because there wouldn’t be anything to buy. Only the ones in power with their wealth is trying to control everything and everybody.

To me they’re protected by the middle class. We the lower incomer or people that are living from pay check to pay check have to suffer. We can talk about it, but they don’t listen. The rich pay people to listen, and do most of their work.

I want to see what my future holds, before I go back home to live with God.

So stop the madness and do something about it.

Written by William M. Tyson Jr.
On October 29, 2012

I Hear Voices

I heard a voice saying when I come back,
your family will be the last one to respect and expect you.
To me my family is the whole Afro-American race,
Which I call bi-racial.

Is it in my mind, or is it in the sign?
Mind or signs, we have to stop lying to ourselves and
Lie to others when we have to.
To protect ourselves from harm.
Where are these voices coming from?

Could they be coming from the sun up above?
Am I the only one that’s hearing these voices?
Why me? Is it because at the age of twenty-nine
I decided to tell the world everything I did from the age of three to thirty-three years old.
Here comes God’s second gift to the world.

I heard growing up that Jesus last word was
I’ll be back when you all need me.
I think the time is now.
God is the sun that shine from up above, that’s no lie.
I think I’m the second coming of Jesus.
God never makes the same mistake twice.
I want me a wife, so I can be number one in her life.

Written Oct. 23, 2011
By William M Tyson Jr.

Two Pops

As I was told by my mom, one pop help make me,
Another tried to raise me, but he couldn’t do his job,
Because he was too busy trying to make mom happy,
so the job of raising me was left up to my mom.
As I look back over the years, I say to myself
“God Bless her Soul”, Mom when I get to heaven
I’ll thank you in person.

She passed November, 5th 2004.
Mom, I’m going to show the world what a good job
you did of raising a man that respects women
and kids the most, men are last on my list.
God comes first, then me and the rest are followers
That have to go through life as we did,
Kids are our future world that have to go through some of the things
that we grown-ups have been though.
For them maybe it won’t be so hard in life,
we need to stop blaming ourselves, because it’s the movie,
T.V., and the hip hop music.
Now our kids don’t want to listen to us anymore.
We are all addicted to something.
We all go by what we hear and see.

Written By Mr. William M. Tyson Jr.
June 2007

When History Repeats Itself

To me, when history repeats itself,
Born and raised in the ghetto.
After Martin Luther King’s death.
To me, one race of peoples is repeating what another race has done.
To me, every country that we the United States go to war with.
We the U.S. Of A. bring that race of peoples here and put them in business.
To do what another race of people have already done before them.
Other races are repeating what has been done before them.

Why is the US of A. always buying friends.
Now is the time for this mess to end.
History says there’s nothing that we can do,
that hasn’t been done before us,
When we do something for the first time,
It only means it is our fist time of doing it.
We need a new beginning so we can save the youth,
I’m just telling the truth as I see it in the ghetto.

Written by Mr. William M. Tyson Jr.
September 23, 2008

Young Ladies Having Babies

Let’s ask ourselves,
Why is the government paying young ladies to have babies?

As I think back into the past.
The welfare system was starting to take care of the
Offspring of the slave owner
That was impregnating our black women.
Now all races are on the gravy train.
If the young ladies don’t go back to school,
When the kids catch up to where the mothers stopped their education,
How can you all help your kid when they come to you for help?
They then start going by what they see and hear.
You let them turn away because you can’t answer their question.
They have to turn to another for help.
That’s when they lose respect for home,
Because they feel like they are on their own
To do whatever they want to do.
Most of them become followers not leaders.
Young ladies go back or stay in school until you finish,
So you and your offspring can become leaders not followers.

Written by William M. Tyson, Jr.
Octorber 2, 2011

Young Father On The Run

We talk about babies having babies,
what about the fathers of those babies,
not old enough to get a job, still in school.
Here comes child support.
They’re then forced to take another turn in life
to support his kid.
Can’t find a job, so they’re forced to sell
drugs or turn stick up artist.
Once they get into the life style as a criminal.
They’re on the run until the kid gets eighteen.
That’s like doing life in jail without bars.
Once they get behind in child support,
if they get a job, when they file income tax,
the government take their check.
Everybody that gets a return check,
its a check that they have plans for,
that force them into the life of crime.
Trying to get the best for his kid,
The government steps in as the daddy by giving the mom a check.
That makes the father start feeling less than a man.

Written By William M. Tyson Jr.
Sept. 3, 2011

I’m Working for God

For you religious people please,
Pray before you read this book,
After you read it, pray for me.
God is not finished with me yet.
I got more work to do.
Working for God is a life-time job.
I’m at peace within myself.
May peace be with all of you,
Where ever you are.

By William M. Tyson Jr.
Jan 21, 2013

A Message From King Jesus

Lets stop and think, lets ask ourselves,
why is everything in the alphabet from A-Z, we mix them up to make a word.

All over the world,
I think God used the white man for his language or English.
I think he used the black man for his knowledge.
We were taught English to express our thoughts.
So we could speak what we’re thinking.
This world was built on thoughts and ideas.
To me the world is filtering itself out,
Things that were hidden in the past.
Are coming out in the open since the death of Martin Luther King Jr.
God is using all races.
In the past the world was uncivilized.
Now that we all have the same mind,
Which we call a brain.
It’s time to put our thoughts and ideas together,
so we can save what is left of our world.
For God sake, wake up world!
Don’t you see what you’re doing to our kids?
We’re confusing them, by pointing the finger at each other,
For what reason I don’t know.
Is it because no one wants to take the blame
For mistakes that are being made?
To me, it’s the work of God.
Let’s stop and think, why are we all here?
To me we’re here to serve God,

Not woman or man, our kids are following our footsteps,

By repeating what they hear,
Doing what they see and don’t know why.
One race of peoples is repeating what
Another race have done before them.
Less put our thoughts and ideas together
and save what’s left of our world.
For our kid’s sake.

The world is not going anywhere, we are.
Let’s stop and think,
Where do we go from here?
We need to stop the madness.

Written by William M. Tyson Jr.
October 3, 2011 5:30AM

To Whom It May Concern:

God as my guide,
For this day I go out into our world with God by my side.
I know that I’m not alone,
Guide me God until your work is done that you asked of me.
God please help me to remain humble through things
That get in my way,
God you’re asking me to do things which others have failed,
God spare me from the gospel
That you hear about me that is not true,
It’s the work of the devil,
So God fill me with love,
So strangers that I meet will become my friends.
So God guide me, help me, and show me the way.
So I can teach and show others how to be all that they can be in life.

Written June 22, 1989
By William M. Tyson Jr.


We’re going to know a new freedom and new happiness.
We’ll not regret the past or wish to shut the door on it.
We’ll understand the word serenity and we’ll know peace.
No matter how far down the ladder we have gone,
we’ll see how our experiences can be benefit others.
That feeling of uselessness and self-pity will disappear.
We’ll lose interest in selfish things and gain interest in our in our surroundings.
Self-seeking will slip away.
Our whole attitude and outlook upon life will change.
Fear of people and insanity will leave us.
We’ll know how to handle situations that used to baffle us.
We’ll suddenly realize that God is doing for us what we couldn’t do for ourselves.

William M. Tyson, Jr.
February 17, 1990



My answer to some of the world problems. We talk about this race of people, that race of people, I’m color blind I go beneath the skin, we’re all the same, some are just older and some talk different. The other difference is that some are females and some are males. The trouble is not in our color, The trouble is in our language. If you live in the U.S.A. you must learn English. I call it the devil’s language. We are taught it to communicate with each other, were all looking for answers no matter what color we are. This is the world of modern day slavery. Back in slavery time we didn’t get paid, all we received was a meal. Now were getting paid so we can buy our own. Here comes the bill! We’re living paycheck to paycheck, our money goes from one hand to another. Everything we get, someone is always waiting on what we got. How did all of these countries get their names?? U.S.A., China, Africa, Russia, etc. How did we got our last name? From slave owners? Talking about Afro Americas… PEACE!

Written: August 23, 2018
By: Mr. William M. Tyson Jr.