A man with an uncertified baptism.Still battling against demons with a set of rap lyrics.Forcing God's hand,Is not an option for a man given,Many chances the minute he wakes up with a hand dipping,Into muddy waters… But,I'm not bothered one bit.I'm a forced to be wreckoned with when I solder my spit,Along faith inside of... Continue Reading →
Monologues Of The Past – Day 8, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
What is the point of me still being alive when I hold no connection to any living thing?Literally.All I do is wake up.Contemplate my vices,How I should quit them as I proceed to clean my face and room for my daily sit down with weed in one hand and,A heart full of pain regardless of... Continue Reading →