The Lord Saved My Soul.

I'm Just A Living Witness That You Can Be An Imperfect Soldier And Still Be In The Army Fighting For God Almighty. Don't You Think You Got To Be Perfect 'cause I Ain't.

My Father Was Married To Mother 'til The Day He Died, For Over 64 Years. He's Why I Kept Trying To Get The Marriage Thing Right. All I Knew Growing Up Was That My Father Was Married To And Loved My Momma, Period. He Worked Hard, Made Some Money, And Put It On The Dresser. She Spent It On The Family, And He Went Out And Earned Some More. He Taught Me The Most About Love.

You Can't Ask The Women To Do Anymore. It's Time For Us As Black Men To Step Up And Be What We're Supposed To Be.

If A Man Loves You . . . He's Willing To Profess It. He'll Give You A Title After A While. You're Going To Be His Lady, His Woman, His Fiancée, His Wife, His Baby's Mama, Something.

All You Have To Do Is Speak Up. Tell Him Straight Up: "i Need You Here To Protect And Provide For Us, To Give Us Security In Our Lives, To Help Raise These Children, To Set An Example For This Boy, Who Needs To See What Real Men Do, And For This Girl, Who Needs To Know What A Real Man Is So She Can Find One Of Her Own Someday. I Need You To Be The Head Of This Family." Lay It Out Like This, And Your Requirements Will Trump His Mother's Every Time.