Student mother drowning in indecision. She got two kids struggling to pay tuition. Now she got one on the way how she gone pay for tuition. Part time job in the office of admissions got her cutting back. She sacrifice 2 meals to put clothes on her babies back. Wishing there was days in her past that she can take back Got her on her knees hands together eyes closed praying. "god how am I gone change diapers when I'm supposed to be studying?" Then a light bulb click and their was no more contemplating Only 1 month along not too late for murderation. But then as she lays on the doctors table, she fight her nerves figured that she have to be capable. A chill shivered up her spine, she starred up at the light, thought of Reese and Malichi Then she ran out the building crying.

I laid in my bed worried about the day cause even when the sun shined for me still it rained. Then I stopped feeling sorry for myself, bottled my pain. And kicked and screamed my way into the game. Cause I came to realize writing my thoughts with this pen It makes me feel like I'm alive, like I'm worth existing. Like my music is worth the listen, so yea I'm on quite a mission. To become something very legendary. To have the whole fucking world behind me. To be talked about even when my lungs aren't functioning. Take a good listen can't you hear all my emotions. They see me smiling, never was happy though. I was content. Almost tuned my back on god no more knees were bending. Close to losing my faith seen no point in praying. At the edge of destruction a miracle was heaven sent. And I seen the whole purpose to my existence. Seen why that song came to me in eight grade between classes. I was destined to molest these beats, violate this mic, and portray my side of the story. The story of life, my life. Opinions and facts. I understand once its out there I can't take it back. But it don't bother me at all though. It got me thinking bout my mom though. She said watch what you say they will use it against you. Mama I got to try, your opinions mean everything but don't take it personal. Mistakes are meant to be learned from. Todays a new day and now I'm smiling up at the sun. I'm actually smiling, and its not a forced action.

This just might be my best work so far. Let me know what you think. Thank You. Enjoy I use to struggle with whats a dream and what seems to be. (Its clear now) I hope the people lost in imagination would have an epiphany. Lord please bring em back to reality so they can see what they're surrounded in. Peace love, and unity. Actually the opposite, disharmony, hate and separation. All this discombobulated love got me screaming fuck the nation. They saying "in god we trust" but dont even follow the commandments. The excuse yall giving that it is for justice is bullshit. Thou shalt not kill is one dimensional, no sidenote. You and that nigga you executing might be in different boat but the destination yall headed in is more than close. So all hope is ghost. So is that the reason why? We're scared to be ourselves, scared to be left out. Scared we might fail and never ever amount to the standards that society has set for us. You are part of the society so what standards are you setting for yourself. I wasn't depressed but my life was pointless, until I arose out my bed and decided to excel. Exhale and promise myself that I would never fail. Yes promises are hard to keep, but I am determined. The only thing that is in my way is god and he is my main man. So throw your rocks I won't ever lose focus, Just gather them and build my fucking mansion. Life is gonna be hard regardless (I can handle it) Just grab my remote and channel it. We're all guilty to the negativity that orbits our surroundings. Because we aren't setting examples for the youngens that are watching. The future of tomorrow. The generation that will be followed. And the cycle continues, until this world cease to exist. Until nothing is left but an empty space. Where nothing matters, not even something as silly as race. So silly, what is color to a crime? What is color to a dime? Same punishment. Same dollar signs. So why even waste your time with the bullshit? When I say we're different, I mean mentally, maybe even emotionally. I truly believe we can live in peace, equal opportunity for all man that breathes. Or Should I refuse to believe?

She thought everything was cool between the two. Maybe it was her heart waiting to freeze over like them lakes in Boston do. Or was it the pair of panties she found out by the pool, between the freezer and his old pair of shoes. Yea who knew. In her own fcuking house. She like "let me sanitize this couch". She opened her heart and home to that fcuk nigga. Now she bitter for life, I feel sorry for the next nigga. He tries to be patient knowing it might take a minute. But the "Where you at?" "Who you with?" is getting to a nigga. So he packs, And she chats with her girlfriend how these niggas all the same. Looking for a nut then they right back to playing the game. mmhmm yea right. Now her life is mold, she don't know what happy is anymore. Throw too much time into her friends now the plotting to let her go. 81 degrees out when they split on june 4th. but by 4:15 pm her heart was winter time cold.

See me Praise me Read me Ice me? Nigga please Greet me Musician Eternally Is this a mistake? Or gods planning? I thought I became this inadvertently. Then I realize my skills and there was no more uncertainty. Then Confusion meets understanding, talent meets confidence. Im doing okay Hence this track bitch, listen carefully. Sane People Read Instructions Never Guessing Making Errors. ( Me, nigga) Some Prohibit Reacting Instinctively Not Giving Me Effort. So Please Rewind, Initialize, Note Greatness, My Endeavors Im some what clever, dont want to boast a humbling soul, understands all point of views Spring me? not a chance ill fight for your attention, whatever the cost. Lost? So, paint riddles intentionally never giving my excuse. Mystery books are great. the plots to figure out. (try to figure me out)