Life

I Chose to Die Another Day

Proper Hygiene is the Answer

Smart Gamblers do not Bet on anything they have no Bearing on the Outcomes, Not wearing a Mask is taking a Gamble. Sometimes I Honestly Believe that in many Instances I have walked in the Light, the many times that I have Cheated Death bears me out. Working in a Justice System is as Public as it gets. Since the Lockdown I haven’t missed One Day of work, while People around me test positive every Day and are Quarenteed. Many of them came to work for fourteen Days before showing Symptoms. They touched the same Elevator Buttons and Door Handles that I did. One Morning I woke up to the News that a Cruise Ship was Anchored off the Coast of Florida with many sick People on it. Interjecting that Sailing a Ship is an Acquired Skill, Keyword, Judgement.

The Captain of the One Hundred Foot Vessel, The Christina used poor Judgement. He decided to take the Vessel through the Eye of a Hurricane, Sinking it while losing one Hundred Lives. Draw your own Conclusions about Ringing the Bell and Responsible Leadership. On the Ship Sitting in Limbo off the Florida Coast was ninety Sick People,  no one Knew the Symptoms, or their Origins. Four Months later I ask myself, of the Ship’s large Bookings, how many showed no Symptoms and so bypassed Quarantine. During that same Time, a light went on in my Head, telling me that this is the Beginning of something Big. After working in Hazmat for many years I learned about Pathogens, Mold , Bacteria and the many different Passages of Ingestion.

Years ago as a result of Smoking I was told that smoking causes your Cilias to lay down instead of standing straight inside of your Exapegust standing straight in order to catch Foreign Objects entering your Respiratory System. Another thing I learned also was to Clean Hygienically, to control Spread. After watching the News about those Illfated Passengers. I Launched My own Personal Sanitization Program on myself and the Court House, two Football Fields long, by four Stories. My first Plan of Action, I Mapped out a Route of Traveling between Floors, then I Designated which Bathroom and Lunch Rooms that I would use. I started my Sanitization Program by wiping down the Handrails in my Travels with a Product that lists that it kill Covid19.

I moved on to wiping down every touchable Surfaces including Door Knobs and Elevator Buttons. The Entire Housekeeping Department looked at me Queer, as If I was Creating work for them. As a result of being in the High Risk Group with Existing Factors, I had no Choice but to protect myself, the Others in the Building only Benefited from my Efforts. Tuesday June 22 , I came to work and learned that one of my Coworkers came to work for two Hours with a Fever of 102 after being off the previous Day. She was sent directly to be tested, came back Positive Three Days later, she is Sick. A week earlier I learned that the Prison fifty Yards away is Ravaged. A month ago a worker in the Building told me that he tested Positive after being tested Negative.

He was someone I shared Space less than Social Distancing. Three Months earlier he had said something smart about me wearing a Mask. There you have it, the Motivation for this Blog. Protecting yourself. As I write, the Buildings are being Fogged Daily. Let me Spell it out, I am in a Hot Bed of Lava. My Coworker who is sick and I handled one particular Phone Daily, I always use the Intercom. The other Guy I sat across from on a Picnic Bench has recovered, who knows how many he infected. If I wasn’t practising good Sanitization and wearing a Mask I definitely would be Sick. Here are Excerpts from An Aol Story……Negative comments started rolling in immediately. Some were patient, explaining to Gilles that Starbucks employees are simply following protocol, while some were less kind. Gilles fueled commenters by responding to some of them. “Masks are stupid and so are the people wearing them,” she wrote in one such post. Well since public Places started reopening in Florida, we have hit a one day Record of ten Thousand positive cases. Sure only Stupid People like me wear a Mask while I am surrounded by Sick People.

This is absolutely Killing me , knowing that four Months ago I Posted a Blog, Titled The Mask.  No one Heard me being the Town Crier. After doing Hazmat Work I know the Importance of Protecting yourself. Last Night I watched the Cuomo Show,  He and a Guest complained about not fully recovering from Covid19. The Guest who was fully Healthy before she contacted Cov19, now she travels with a Rescue Inhaler and gets Respiratory Therapy. If that’s not enough reason for me to wear a Mask to sleep to protect my Wife, considering that I go into a Building that is Hot everyday, I could be Sick and show no Symptoms. There you have the Gist of this Blog. Protection from me, Protection from you. Talking about Leadership, if it was Mandated to wear a Mask from the Onset, there would have been no reason for a Shutdown of the Country. In the Building that I work ninety percent of the Workers haven’t worked in four Months, over one Thousand People. Not wearing a Mask is taking a big Gamble.

Life, Safe Driving

Distracted Driving

 

Backseat Drivers

There is no one more Qualified than myself to be a Backseat Driver. I guess I should call my Safe Driving Blogs ” The Backseat Driver. One reason is that I am always observing my Fellow Drivers on my Daily Commute. Many times they are so bad, all I can hear in my Head is the Song ” I don’t care what you do, I wouldn’t want to be like you. For instance Carpooling with one of my Coworkers. The Fog was so Dense you could not see twenty five feet, yet I looked at the Speedometer and he was doing seventy. After calling him stupid and asking him to pull over and let me out, he then reduced that Idiotic speed. That’s what a Backseat Driver is supposed to do ” call them out”. Years later I found out that the Fog Speedster had three bad Accidents, each time he was thrown through the Windshield.





That is my greatest problem with bad Drivers, they could have many near death experiences. It doesn’t send them a message that there is something wrong with their Driving.

Once I had car trouble so we had to make do with one car. I thank  my Wife for letting me dropping her off at work, then  going on to my Job. I was always late and always leaving early. I also thank my Boss for Appreciating what I did and not  watching the Clock. One Day on one of my early Departures, a Supervisor asked . How come Tony can be late and leave early all the time. If Tony goes so do I . The Project Manager told him , if you leave, you are Fired. He elaborated, if Tony works for me for five Minutes, that’s quality Time. That is more than I get from all of you.



Roadside Grave



All my Life I have always tried to do a Quality Job at whatever I did, including Driving. I once noticed the words written on a Monument, ” Whatever thy Hands touchet do it with all thy might” That’s why I will never stop writing Blogs about Safe Driving. It is too important of an Issue to be Undermined.

I have not posted a Blog on Safe Driving in Months, every time I think that the Subject is covered, I am proven wrong. Knowing how you Drive forces me to Drive like a Jedi in a Meteor Storm. It is a practiced way of Driving, knowing that whatever can go wrong always do. Yesterday going to work I entered the Bridgespan that allows me to Clean out my Fuel Injection System and Combustion Chamber. Twenty yards on the Span I cleared the Congestion, some people do not understand that when the speed Limit say fifty five, it doesn’t mean that we all should do 55. For that matter 70, that’s what causes Clutter.








Staggering Traffic is the Smart way to Drive. Not only spacing yourself front and back but side by side also. I covered the Bridgespan travelling ten miles over the Limit, leaving the clutter behind. At the end of the Bridge there is an ongoing Construction Project for over one year. Commuters using the Bridge daily knows this. I took my foot off the Gas to accommodate the 45mph speed Limit, now all the Daydreamers I left behind was now blowing  my Doors off. They were  doing sixty on the Bridge and now they were in a Construction Zone doing the same speed, tightly packed. I learned my lesson about spending years ago travelling through New Jersey.








I was clocking on this Highway that was under Construction, all of a sudden one of the Workers darted across the Highway. As a result of always Driving like a Jedi I missed him by six feet doing seventy. In my Nightmares I see Body parts littering the Roadway like when I hit a Deer doing the same Speed. That my Friend is, whatever that can go wrong. Driving in North Country at Night you have to be extra vigilant, looking for Deers crossing the Highway.  A Friend of mine who wasn’t being Vigilant ended up with a Deer in his Lap. The Impact pushed him and the Deer into the backseat. When you are behind the Wheel, it should be as comfortable as playing a Video you have Mastered, that’s how I Drive. Never deviate from being Safety Conscious, never Overdrive, you can’t see around Blind Bends. Tailgating does not give you enough room to do evasive manoeuvres.







Condolencing by me saying that Speed Kills, I see the Memorials by the Roadside on my Commute, they weren’t there a Day ago. I call these Markers Roadside Graves, some poor Soul who didn’t make it back Home. Wheather it was their fault or the other Guy it doesn’t matter, they made their last run. My Driving Instructor will forever be my Backseat Driver, he told me to always drive like I am the only one out there that knows what I am doing.

 

This is Rush Hour on Ulmerton Road

 

 

Related

Distracted driving is any activity that diverts attention from driving, including talking or texting on your phone, eating and drinking, talking to people in your vehicle, fiddling with the stereo, entertainment or navigation system — anything that takes your attention away from the task of safe driving.

Texting is the most alarming distraction. Sending or reading a text takes your eyes off the road for 5 seconds. At 55 mph, that’s like driving the length of an entire football field with your eyes closed.

You cannot drive safely unless the task of driving has your full attention. Any non-driving activity you engage in is a potential distraction and increases your risk of crashing.

Life, Religion

A World Gone 😠 Mad

My Followers know that it is my Fantasy to write a Book on one Page, so here it is the following are Excerpts from my Ebook containing twenty one Thousand Words. After Reading, if you want to see it Published by Professional Publishers you may Contribute, dose’nt matter it is still going to be Published. I had planned to Post this on my Facebook Page before my Website. But then there are Copywrite values.

 

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Though reportorial contributions have been made by the Web generation, it is fair to say the vast majority of blogging does not qualify as journalism. If journalism is the imparting of verifiable facts to a general audience through a mass medium, then most blogs fall well short of meeting the standard. Here is a Blogger’s view on a world gone Mad.

TurnBook

                     Through Her Eyes

It Don’t Make no Matter

Black Lives do matter, for that Matter, all Lives including the Cyclops that doesn’t believe It. A lot of Black Lives have been Squandered over the years by a bunch of Ignorant overzealous Terrorist Types. They go by the Names of Klans, Supremacists, Skinheads, Officer Robert Torsney and of lately, Officer Derek Chauvin. They may even be your Neighbors. As it did in Tulsa Oklahoma in 1921 when three Hundred Black People were Murdered by their White Neighbors. One year later thirty Black People Murdered in Rosewood Florida. It Don’t Make No Macha is Slave Ebonics( It Don’t Make no matter), that’s how Beleaguered Black People felt back then. It don’t make no matter is a feeling of helplessness, dejected and of being Violated. They knew that if they ran away, the Consequences would be Grave. They also knew that if you Outlawed Racism, it don’t make no matter, it’s what’s in the Heart of man that really matters. The Genocide of the Native American People speak for itself. Buried in Time the Falls Creek Massacre, where nine Native Americans two Men three Women two Boys and two Girls were Slaughtered. some of us are just Natural Born Killers. Some of us Survive above all Odds. Today we are not running, we are standing our Ground. Stand your Ground is A Law that Protects you if you feel that your Life is in Danger. A young Black Veteran who served his Country well and learned his Job of Targeting and Precision Release. He returned home to find the same Indignation he left. With the sentiment that it don’t make no matter, he armed himself and took up a Vantage point four Stories high in a Garage. In the Aftermath five Cops were killed and he was blown up with a Robot Bomb, pretty much a Jihadist I would say. Five Hundred miles away two more Fallen Officers, twelve Hundred miles away an Ambush and yet another, he was Black but he wore the Blue. Am I the only one who see a Pattern of Home Grown Terrorism, this is Palestine all over again. Are we approaching the Edge of Night. How many more US Army trained Black Men who are Sharpshooters out there, that are Grinding Axes. I am a firm Believer in Law and order with deep Rooted Patriotism. Always support your Country, your Government, only when deserving. Young Disenfranchised Blacks don’t see eye to eye with me, their Patience has run thin. Waiting four Hundred years for changes that they will never see. I am not a Pessimist, only a Realist. It’s a proven Synopsis, Oppression Incubates Rebellion. The turn of Events in the year two Thousand and twenty have brought out fifty years of Disappointment and Sadness in me. Disappointed in my Fellow Man Disappointed in Government and Society as a whole for casting a Blind Eye and a Deaf Ear to Racism, Prejudices and Brutally. Worse of all you feel good about yourself. Going to Church Sunday Morning talking about Praising the Lord. One of his Fundamental Laws is to love thy Neighbor. I don’t know what Pagon God you Worship, certainly not my Jehovah, I am my Brother’s keeper.

Life

The System

Working in a Courthouse gives me a Bird’s-eye view into the lives of my Fellow Man. The complexities of the Human Psyche leaves me dumbfounded, trying to figure out why people are the way they are. For instance a nine years old who is awaiting Trial for the Attempted Murder of his Sister. Even closer to home one of my Coworkers whose Son fights his Sisters and his Teachers. In her case I have assessed the problem to be that she doesn’t spend enough time with her Children. Also she have never heard of Intervention. The Courts have also contributed to the decline in the Family Structure. The Family Court is always busy with Delinquents filing charges against their Parents.

Many times the Court sides with the Accuser. Can you imagine having a Child who belongs in a Juvenile Detention Facility, but out of Love you deal with the challenges. My Mother was the classic example with me. She stood by me and gave me time to see the Evil of my ways. In my case I was an exception to the rule of Rehabilitation, I had a figurative Mind. I also knew Boundaries and Consequences. With Today’s Parenting there are no Boundaries or Consequences. Last week I noticed a Woman with her Daughter and Granddaughter on the second floor. The Child was acting up, the Mother did nothing to scold the Child. Minutes later she was arguing with her Mother while the Child observed. At one point she told her Mother F**k you, the Child took it all in.

As far as Consequences are concerned my Mother could be ninety years old, she would have smacked me in the Head with her Cane. The Courts would consider that to be Child Abuse. If so you tell me what is a Parent to do with a Child who Verbally abuse you in Public. Worsening the insult by going home eating your food and living under your Roof for free.  Grandma X was the perfect example. Her Daughter who wasn’t ready to be a Parent, had a Son at seventeen. Unwilling to give up the Street Life, she Abandoned her Child on her Mother at one years old. Eight years later he Killed Na Na stabbing her twelve times. He also awaits Trial in the Justice System where I work. Working here gives me more than I need to Write about, but it plays Havoc on my Psych.

The Streets are more Dangerous than a Battlefield with People filled with Repressed Anger. Two years earlier in the same Courthouse a case was tried. Two Men arguing about a parking spot, one Man pushed the other to the Ground. Taking advantage of the Stand your Ground Law, the Man on the Ground shot and killed the young Father. It appears to me that both had repressed Anger. The killer had a Reputation of having many Confrontations, yet he carried a Gun, he was found Guilty. These are the Dangers that Society have to deal with. Children who weren’t raised properly, ticking Time Bombs with their repressed Angers. I don’t have to read Publications, I Live it. The Courts and many in the Clinical Psychology Profession are quick to Label these Crimes to be caused by Mental Illnesses.

What they fail to acknowledge is, grinding an ax for way too long, one Day you will use it. That isn’t Mental Illness, that is Deviant behavior allowed to run Amuck. When I myself was a Deviant, my Mother dished out Tough Love, knowing that the Path that I was Traveling would put me in the Justice System, not working in it. One Day she told me a Story, fifty years later I still don’t believe it. Regardless the Story hit Home. She said, there once was a young Man on his way to be Executed, he called his Mother to his Cell. He asked her to come close, he then bit her Ear off, telling her, that’s for not telling me that I couldn’t get away with Murder. At twelve years old I almost committed Murder. Playing Soccer I stepped on the injured Foot of a seventeen years old.

He punched me in the Solar Plexus, cutting off my wind. On his way Home riding his Motorcycle, I strung a Rope across the Roadway. His Bike crashed and Burned, he wore a Neck brace for nine Months. So why do I find it so hard to believe that a nine years old can Commit Murder, when I look at him I see Myself. The difference between us is having a Mother like Mine. At fourteen when she found out that I was a big Pothead. She didn’t go off the Deep End. Instead she Indoctrinated me about Gateway Drugs. She also Indoctrinated me about Crime and Punishment, Boundaries and Consequences. So here I am Today working in a Justice System and not being in a Justice System. Hoping that one young Inmate read my Blogs. Howell Emanuel Donaldson who is awaiting Trial for four random Murders in Seminole Heights Florida visited my Website. It’s too late for him but I hope he shared the Link with the other one Thousand Residents. I consider myself the Smart one, at Fourteen I had two bad Fights that could have ended with Murder. Since then I never had another Fight for the rest of my Life. I am a firm Believer that we are exactly who we chose to be in Life. You can’t blame your Parents and Society for your Shortcomings.

Life

You Can’t Run Away from Yourself

 

 

Hate is a Powerful Emotion and a Dangerous one. It can cause Ill-Effects on your Health Physically and Emotionally, on others also. It can Destroy People’s Lives, yours also. It can have effects on how you deal with Family Members and the People you work with.

Nineteen seventy one, I was seventeen years old working full-time and going to School. I worked for a High Class Restaurant located on fifth Avenue where Dinner was one Hundred Dollars a Plate. I was a Pantry Chef, the Money was Great for a High School Kid. The Exposure to different People and Lifestyles were Awesome. My Boss however was a Hater who had no Respect for Black People even if you were seventeen years old, great at what you do and never received one Complain, only Compliments and Tips from the Customers.

My Grandma was a Baker, known for Miles for her Cakes. I was only Four but I was her little helper, always watching and tasting. My Mother was a Professional Cook, working in Kitchens before any other Women. Her word of Advice, whatever you do, be the Best, always go the extra Mile. She said that Racists will never Accept you but they will Respect you for the Job you Do. Mother wasn’t usually wrong about anything, except this one. This was my first real Job, a test for Moms Declaration, It failed miserably. This Man didn’t care that I was making him one Thousand Dollars per Night. I was Black and that was that. He tried to humiliate me in front of the all white Wait Staff. So began my Odysseus of  walking out of good Jobs once the ugly Head of Racism popped up.

On my way to work riding the number four Train where I did my Homework. I couldn’t concentrate to do my Homework. All I could think about was going to work and throwing my Boss from the sixtieth Floor. From my Violent Youth I know that it was time to go. When I was fourteen I kicked a Teacher’s Ass for grabbing my Testicles. I know that he would eventually loose that Eye. I exited the Train at forty second Street, walked up fifth Av went upstairs, punched in and immediately punched back out. This was the first of many good paying Jobs I walked out on not giving one minute notice. I have no problems with Closet Haters, after all this is America, Freedom of Choice. All I ask is, keep your Ignorance to yourself. Don’t put me in a Corner and poke me with a Stick. My Wife says that I use Biblical Quotes self servingly.

My Right Hand have offended me on just about every Jobs that I have worked in this Hateful Land. Nineteen seventy seven I did the same thing working at an all White County Club in Texas, this was a no Brainer. My Boss called me across the Dining Room floor, ” Mr Dixon, please come here,” one of the Members stood up and ask, what is this World coming to? Did you hear that White Man called that Nigger Mr. Again my Mind told me to react Violently, once again I walked out on a good paying Job. I was not taken aback by his Vociferous Diatribe, after all this was Texas 1977. The only things they Detested more than Interracial Marriages were Hippies and Drugs. To be caught with less than an ounce of Marijuana could get you twenty years.

Five years earlier a young Black Man who had a White Girlfriend was beaten within Strands of his Life and dumped across State Line, in a Ditch to Die of his Wounds. They wave the Confederate Flag Proudly. Nineteen seventy nine I was Grandfathered into the Investment Banking Company of Solomon Brothers Inc. Working as a Contract Employee I was given the choice of working for Solomon or to be desolved along with the Contract. Filling out Employment Forms were only a Formality, I was already guaranteed the Job. The Personnel Manager was Dumbfounded by the Number of Jobs that I had for my Age. Little did he know that Solomon was also  Destined for my List of former Employment. I worked in the Internal Security Department.

Our Job was to protect the Company’s Assets of six Billion Dollars, some Instruments were Bearer Bonds, one piece of paper that was worth Millions. Another part of my department’s Job was to protect the Company’s Data. One Day while walking through the Mergers and Acquisitions Department, I noticed papers left on a Xerox Machine. I started reading The Copies left behind, my Curiosity exploded. I started digging through the Garbage Can. What I found could have made me an instant Millionaire. I had in my possession Inside Information on a Hostile Takeover. My findings and my Report made it to John Gutfreund’s Desk. Months went by and The Issue was Water under the Bridge. Nonetheless The King of Wall Street knew who I was and had developed The highest Respect for me.

One Day while waiting for the Elevator, a Crowd gathered, Gutfreund emerged from the Crowd of all Managing Directors. They were showering him with Praise. I guess that Huge Money was made. The Elevator arrived,  wanting to be the first off the Elevator, I allowed them all to get on ahead of me. I entered the Elevator and turned my Back to the Crowd. Someone in the Crowd tapped me on my Shoulder, I looked around, it was Gutfreund, he said good Morning young Man. He didn’t say a word to the Crowd of Brownnosers, I was the only one on that Elevator that he spoke to. I felt like a Weasel for not speaking first. The Respect He showered me with had a Humbling Effects.

When the Vault was Audited I was assigned to Babysit The Accountants, when his Twelve Million Dollars Apartment on Fifth Avenue was Renovated, I was given the Assignment to Babysit The Contractors. There were Retired Police Officers in the Department, yet I was chosen to protect John’s Array of Priceless Ming Collection. Mr G as I called him had restored all my Self respect that was taken from me by Haters. The Director of my Department was a Retired NYC Chief of Police, his Assistant was also a Retired Chief of Police, both Haters. Within a short while they were both replaced. The replacement, a Retired FBI Biggie and a Retired NYC Police Sergeant, both Haters. I asked myself, is this Hate Business Institutionalized? The Department was basically purged. One of my new Coworkers once asked me how did I get in. In other words, I was Black, he continued, who do you know.

In other Words a Black Man couldn’t secure a Position in a Prestigious Company like Solomon without a Hook. At that time in our Glorious History Black People were far and few on Wall Street. To work on Wall Street you had to be the very best at what you do, if you are Black. I thought that I had secured my Last Job, despite the Atmosphere, I was going to Retire from Solomon in twenty five years. The Fringes were Phenomenal. My first year Bonus was eight Thousand Dollars the Healthcare package better than Government Employees. My Profit sharing Investment in High Risk grew quickly. Why would I leave, I decided that the Slings and Arrows of Hate couldn’t chase me away. How Naive I was. After Ten years of Exceptional Service.

One Day I visited Solomon’s new location on the sixty ninth Floor of the World Trade Center. I was so Taken by the Ambience, I quickly submitted my request for a Transfer. Being a Model Employee who only missed two Days of work in ten years, I was certain that it was a done Deal. Was I in for a Surprise when my Hateful Superiors Denied my Transfer, strictly on the Color of my Skin. I was once again Face to Face with the Ugly Heads of Medusa. Once again I cut my Right Hand off. I Cashed in my Portfolio, flipped them the 🐦 and moved to Pennsylvania. One Day while working in a Resort, I watched the Worst Day in American History.

I didn’t see the Planes hit the Buildings, all I saw was the Building that Solomon occupied collapsing Floors after Floors till there was only Dust. All my Friends were gone, so were my Enemies, Solomon lost nine Hundred Employees, I would have been Nine o one. I remember the Day that my Transfer was Blocked. My Mother saw my Depression and asked me what was wrong. I told her that they Blocked my Transfer. She responded everything happens for a Reason, God has Plans for you. My Advice to you who are on your way, don’t do as I did, when the Heat gets Hot don’t run stand your Ground and fight. Nobody is giving you anything for free. Most of all earn your Respect, never lose your Self Respect because of what Haters do or say.

These are the Lyrics to my favorite Song by my favorite Group Through the Roots.

Where are we going

Look where we’ve been

Ignoring the signs

Blinding our eyes

Where will it end

We can live in the light

Or hide in the darknes

We continue to fight

Though we didn’t start this

And it’s killing me

See this world that we share

Painted by artists

Placing strokes without care

Think it’ll be easy to find some peace in a world but we’re are all just fighting each other

But a perfect pitch has a perfect plan and it’s not just a crushing of color

Can you hear my voice as I’m crying out

This is the movement, so move with me now, now

I believe that if we come together

We can get higher, higher, higher

I believe that if we stand together

We will rise higher, higher, higher

I believe that life is a canvas its all part of something bigger

Constantly changing with the times an ever evolving figure

What will it take to walk hand in hand change with the times and understand

Make harmony what’s unity

Erase the meaning of a foreign land

Now it’s a world with no borders

Demanding a new world order

Imagine that we never had to read another story of a life cut short by a murder

It should be easy to find some peace in a world since we all share this place with each other

Its up to us to spread the love around

We’ve got to support one another

Can you hear my voice as I’m crying out

This is the movement, so move with me now, now

I believe that if we come together

We can get higher, higher, higher

I believe that if we stand together

We will rise higher, higher, higher

I believe that if we come together

We can get higher, higher, higher

I believe that if we stand together

We can rise higher, higher, higher

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Dwight Duncan / Troy Barrington Mclean / R. Mcleod / Carl Mcleod / Dwight Marvin Duncan / Carlton Oliver Mcleod / Raymond Mcleod / Raymond Vincent Mcleod