It’s a struggle for every young Black man. You know how it is, only God can judge us.
I don’t have no fear of death. My only fear is coming back reincarnated.
Don’t believe everything you hear: Real eyes, Realize, Real lies
Recollect your thoughts don’t get caught up in the mix ,cause the media is full of dirty tricks.
I don’t understand how people canstand next to you one year,and next year, they cannot. They’re going crazy, screaming. They can’t take it that you’re there. But last year I was in the same club,walking around,lonely like a motherfucker. Couldn’t get a date or a dance. I was too skinny, too something,and now, “He’s just...
Where There is a willthere is a willto search and discover a better dayWhere a positive heartis all you needto rise beyondand succeedWhere young minds grow and respect each other based on their deedsand not their colorwhen times are dimsay as I say”Where there’s a willthere’s a way!
Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me, I don’t want it if it’s that easy
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature’s laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it’s dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.
There’s nobody in the business strong enough to scare me.
When will there be peace on earth?When the earth has fallen to pieces.
Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed and hocus pocus, try to focus but I can’t see.
we wouldn’t ask why a rose that grew from the concrete for having damaged petals, in turn, we would all celebrate its tenacity, we would all love its will to reach the sun, well, we are the roses, this is the concrete and these are my damaged petals, dont ask me why, thank god, and...
So complicated to escape fate. And you can never understand til’ we trade places
If you walked by a street and as you was walking a concrete and you saw a rose growing from concrete, even if it had messed up petals and it was a little to the side you would marvel at just seeing a rose grow through concrete. So way is it that when you see...
To all the seeds that follow meprotect your essenceBorn with less, but you still precious.
Sometimes when I’m aloneI Cry, Cause I am on my own.The tears I cry are bitter and warm.They flow with life but take no formI Cry because my heart is torn.I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treasured friend, but who do...
During your life, never stop dreaming. No one can take away your dreams