You hate more than you celebrate, You’re miserable, so cheers to your fate 🤷🏾♂️
Looking over the ledge, I jump because I know the ledge, You’re ignorant while I came prepared, This moment won’t be shared.
You don’t always have to look for art. Be the art. Create your own. Carve out a space of your own.
We’re having an identity crisis…Selling our culture when it’s supposed to be priceless…hated so much but we remain the nicest…why? We Let them laugh and we continue to cry.
Are we there yet…..have we really left the rear yet…has the dust settled, are we in the clear yet..NO!
When hiding their motive their words and actions lie…so for love you have to wonder why even try…no worries because it’s not love so you tell them good bye…you never loved me you just want to be free so fly love fly.
I have to mention how she helps relieve tension….Her touch has been clutch, the pleasure is much….This treasure how did I fine, the pleasure is mine…she brings a peace that can only be measured with time…and I am enjoying every second
The young shall lead the old, The young shall break the mold, The young shall become old, It’s a pleasure to watch my young grow.
Focused more on works than faith, Focused on the love more than the hate, Focused on being uncomfortable than being safe, Focused on becoming great.