They call it the land of the free,
Just to tell you nothing’s free,
Tell you to chase your dreams,
While you running for somebody else’s.
Something I could never be,
Born to leave a legacy,
Though I’m born into hell it seem,
This little light of mine I let it beam,
Refuse to be another nigga the world already seen,
Don’t need a screen to change the scene,
Change your path alter expectations,
Snakes hidden in the grasses waiting,
See you fail they congratulating, Continue reading “Just Another Nigga.”
“You’re never as low as you think”-Bas
It takes time and true understanding to learn that we create our own idea of “the bottom”. It starts internally with the things we tie our hearts to that brings us joy. When they aren’t working in ways we believe we need them we begin to feel hopeless. It’s almost like having tunnel vision towards your desires. Too many times to we limit ourselves & our happiness to the things we want instead of the things we need. The only bottom we have is the bottom we create for ourselves. Sometimes when we hit what we believe to be the bottom it’s the first step to raising to the mountain top.
“I’m just reselling a dream America let me sleep through”.
She asked with red lipstick on,
That mirrors her red nails,
Which brings me to one of my favorite details,
Even separated the beauty still intact,
So relax, Continue reading “She Asked Me Why Do I Like Roses ?”