Each day is a gift
Tomorrow isn’t promised
If today was your last day in this murky land covered with thick darkness ; no order , but where sempiternal horror dwells.
Have you left no stone unturned even when you’ve got cold feet ?
We are all here for a reason on a particular path
You don’t need a curriculum to know that you’re a path of the math
Sometimes the head says you’re delirious but the worth of being alive is worth fighting for
Expose your soul to opportunities … Stay ready
For having a thin Liberty is way better than being a fat slave .
We aren’t just individuals
We are trichotomy;
We are spirits,
We possess souls and we live in bodies
We are spiritual ..
We get our hymns from God. It’s not us, it’s he that’s lyrical .
We are not miracles
We are not mistakes
We are heaven sent instruments
Our rhythmatic regiments navigates melodic notes for our souls & mental.
We are instrumental, vibrating is what we are into .
Yeah we need our loot by rent day but that ain’t what gives us the heart of kunta kinte .
We just can’t stop
Stay fueled with determination , dedication , motivation ..
It’s never too late to shoot for the stars regardless of who you’re
Yes I’m talking to you of my many inspirations
You can’t let yourself down
Make a mark by mending a broken heart
And if you slipped off the side & clinch on to your life
In my grip I would never let you down
Let it be known that God’s penmanship has been signed with the language he called love .
Let the deaf feel your breath and these words be heard & confined to the ears of the blind
Dream in color & rhyme because you’re one of a kind in a full house
So do whatever it takes the hands of time are never on your side
It should be understood that whenever you open your heart , your soul or your mouth a touch of God reigns out ..