I make sacrifices to support my vices

So I'm the most paid but I ain't the nicest

Could go either way by the time that light hit

Talkin sunrise cause we own the night bitch

If I fucked your man you can bet he liked it

Prolly got in his feelings prolly tried to wife it

Meanwhile hearing rumors like "she's a dike bitch"

Flirt wit black hoes but only fucks a white bitch

They prolly right bitch Cmon hit the lights

Turn it up a notch cuz my fit lookin rite

Let these Google eye niggas and bitches bear witness

To the diva misses hittin the entrance like a vision

But uhhhhhhhh back to the lesson at hand let's get this money

But being real take a whole lot of shit that aint money

So niggas funny thinking caking make em legit

But a ain't shit nigga wit money still ain't shit

she blooms

She--She meaning her not me--is reaching for the sky, there's a life in her petals like a twinkle in the eye, a Destiny. She stayed in faith..... She was just a seedling to whom no one attended cast carelessy into the wilderness with no worry or care if it would survive, but this seedling thrived. The surface may have been scratched but that seedling still cracked and sprouted it's roots. Alone in the darkness looking for the light,  knowing there are two choices for her-----die or fight, she gathered her strength. Alone she was not strong enough, but everything living has a little God in us so she listened to that voice. "Have faith" it told her, "have patience" it said, "go up....go slow"....so....she moved ahead. In the darkness of the earth it must have been hard to believe that just a few feet above her was the brilliant sun,  the rain, the comforting breeze, but she pressed on. Finding a joy in her struggle gaining strength along the way saying "that was a 1/2 inch last night, i think ill try an inch today!".  People walked above her completely unaware of the work this would be beauty had to bear, they dropped their refuse some even spit and while she thirsted for air. within the earth beside her were other seeds, some who refuse to sprout, some growing sideways all wanting to make it out. They mocked her for hoping, they mocked her for trying like "grow up?!? That's not the way" , but those seeds were slowly dying, for more than lack of hope.

the sleeping giant

Black man step up and reclaim your throne as the leaders of this world.
Submit to the will of your creator and harness the power of God. Let your voice roar with the strength of a pride 10,000 strong. Resurrect the spirit of Malcom, Marcus, Nat Turner, and Bobby Seal. Be not afraid of death for I stand with you proud lioness claws sharpened growling teeth exposed. Tell the children we are here. Take command of this unit as is your birth right, and watch us rule in peace and prosperity. Release the words planted in your subconscious that have kept you unaware, know that this cage is only mental. Be brave enough to trust the instinct of your DNA. Be bold enough to declare your own borders and build your own dwelling. Seperate from that which is meant to destroy you. Beg not for soup from another man's table, he who poisons the scraps he throws to the floor in your direction, instead hunt as the beast you are and take for prey what you desire. Do not allow yourself to become extinct, do not buckle at the sight of bloodshed. March with the infinite power of your creator for if he is with you of whom should you be afraid? Even the mighty giant Goliath met his death by one small stone. So go, find the highest mountain plant your feet firmly upon it , shake vigorously your mane, lean back your shoulder, touching chin to chest open your mouth and release the battle cry, roar my king , sound the horns that crumbled the walls of Jericho, sound the trumpet of the Gideon, sound the trumpet of Zion.