Freedom comes at a high price
you have to go a little deeper within
sacrifice your self image
be naked and not fear judgment
Leave and not fear goodbyes
Love and not be entitled
Hurt and let go of pain
become alive in the moment
Die in her thighs
Let out the power inside of you.
Trust in yourself.
You are enough.
You have a purpose.
Follow your heart, where ever it may lead you.
Everything in life is old
And the only thing that changes is the price of souls
On your second time around you’ll be twice as bold
they’ll be nobody alive who you can’t control
Life is most beautiful in the beginning
hold onto the moments that have no ending
Reflect on the past but pay attention
Or you’ll get lost in a gray dimension
Look forward to the future but never forget
The present is something you shouldn’t neglect
Most ideas are influenced by our idols
Too much love makes us suicidal
How I’m sposed to go to sleep ?
I’m living with PSTD
Thoughts keep controlling me
and aint no one consoling me
Feeling all this urgency
Its hard to get a hold of me
cop cars patrolling me
Tryna catch me serve the fiens
Coulda caught a body went up state
Before I got my first degree
But aint gone explain myself
And I don’t need a lame to help
Ambulance car outside
They say my nigga banged his self
That nigga should’ve hit my phone
Like “ yo Tah I’m feeling alone”
I would’ve smoked a blunt with you
I would’ve took the gun from you
But Instead I’m at ya funeral crying
Still alive but my insides dying
I need a way to break the surface
Cause the liquor and the weed aint working
My depression got me feeling kinda worthless
Feeling lost got me questioning my purpose
And now I cant go to sleep.
Waking up 6 in the morning
Time to get again
Spread the word
I got them zones in
Got it jumpin up my end
My whip game hella strong
So it gonna sale
If you need some
hit my phone
This how it is when got the plug
when I ride by they show me so much love.
When we Feel the warmth of compassion it allows us to embrace the comfort of belonging.
These moments of peace help us give in to our inclinations to submit and allow us to express the emotions that we -most times -can not explain.
Let’s exercise those freedom which cannot be bought and Encourage ourselves to explore the transcendent euphoria that is stillness.
I believe that if we are successful that these moments will last an eternity . For if the ocean is in the sky then life is a circle.
Sometimes I have dreams about my past lives
In them I see the hearts I’ve broken,
people I’ve misused
and the things I shouldn’t have uttered
These visions I cannot explain
One would have to be there
In order to experience them from my unique perspective
seeing what Ive experienced, searched and sacrificed
for a breathe of fresh air
I awake from my dream a prisoner
and slave to time
Trapped in this dream we call life.
One day, while walking to the water pump, a boy witnessed a man driving by in a shiny and attractive vehicle.
While riding past, the man tossed an empty box of cigarettes out of his car window and quickly sped away.
Soon afterwards , the boy -astonished by the man’s luxurious automobile – turned to his father and asked:
“Father, does it make you sad that we are so poor?”
To which the boy’s father responded:
I do not feel sad? Do you?
The boy replied:
“No, but we don’t have much money?”
The father delayed his response and lowered himself to a knee so that he could look directly into his son’s eyes. With a slight smile on his lips, he used his words to edify the boy:
“My son” He said in a warm and calm tone. “Some people are so poor, that all they have is money”
Many people inquire about my habits. I assume that they’d like to be able to place me in a category that’ll help them understand my behavior.
Although it would make me uncomfortable, I would label myself a writer – thats is if it were up to me to decide-.
From my perception, the art of writing is a path so broken and divided that one must be lost in order to indulge in its essence.
And so it is while on this path, that I’ve witnessed myself transform into the words I’ve manifested onto paper; living vicariously though literature.
Consequently, I’ve become the main characters of the stories Ive grown accustomed to writing; a comedian, a politician, a poet, singer and sometimes even God.
My experience is therefore too complex to define but nevertheless, too entertaining to look away.