"It's time."
You say to yourself.
A hundred times a day.
To let go of something.
To begin something.
Isn't this the gist of life?
Isn't this all that that matters?
All it takes is one step.
One big courageous step.
Just one big courageous step at a time.

I know you people dont have the heart for it
Drawing pictures treat it like my art board
They killin people in the streets ain't your heart sore
It should make the fluids from your eyes pour
Knowing that Justice is no longer served, anymore
Like a bad serve we need to go back to the fundamentals
Protecting lives used to be simple
We need to demonstrate change with action
These lyrics are the voice like a closed caption
Speaking of the journey for every closed casket
They say dream big then make it happen
The losers never succeed cause they never practice
I'm scholar, baller, making money so when I sit I can be a little bit more taller
As I pop my collar and call the shots like ya farther
But then again, I'm just dreaming

written May 27, 2015

"People are lessons
Some good some bad
You my friend, are everything I wished to have
But you shed your skin and your true colors emerged
And you revealed that you weren't as high up as I once believed
For you actually were the opposite, so low and deceiving

But people are lessons and you sure taught me something these past 12 years of schooling never did
That you can't trust a boy with a glimmer of love in his eyes
Who tells you he loves you so and whose hands you hold at night feel warmer than your mothers touch
Whose kisses breathe life into your soul as you feel as if you're suffocating yet filled with life at the same time
Because all these gestures, my dear
Are gestures of a boy whose eyes are looking at other girls, whose hands are reaching out to other opportunities and whose lips are talking about everything but you

People are lessons
And you were just a lost cause who wasn't worth my time
I hope you look back and realize you lost something great
For my sights were set on you, my hands were ******, and my lips never shut up about how wonderful I thought you were
I moved mountains for you when you barely moved 25 miles to see me
So thank you, for teaching me that love is blind to a lovers eye"

My Cries, is for the broken and the brokenhearted.
My Cries , are for the hurting and those whom are lonely.
My Cries are for those that has been abandon here on earth.
My Cries , are for all of those whom are feeling unlovable.
My Cries, are for those whom see no Hope only hopelessness.
My Cries are the addict who is feeling trapped in their addiction.
My Cries are toward Christ to hear my pleads for each of them.
To come to each of them, drawing them unto him this night.
Holding them soothing their pains, and their sufferings.
To rescue each of them in their time of need right now.

We're the generation that doesn't believe in love and love has no value or purpose. It's so easy for us to meet the love we think we require through a virtual world of electronic sites. Claiming you can meet the love of your life right here right now. Love doesn't simply exist in this world. How could it when you have so many ways to find it? Therefore, it's not the kinda love that's pure and rare. The love that your grandparents or parents that are still together after 50 plus years know. How they've struggled through the good and bad moments, fighting for their love til their dying days. Knowing their partner was the right choice and never second guessing.
We're the generation, surrounded by non believers, it's hard to keep love afloat. Still there's apart of me that wants to show them that no matter what, love does exist. True love and maybe even soul mates do, still exist? That being married and having the right partner to grow old with does exist? That real men are still out there and if treated right and cared for will have your back and be everything you ever wanted. You know it's takes a good strong woman to build a beautiful life, but she needs to feel loved and secured by her man. Hence, always reassured that he's still in love with her.
We're the generation that's so easily to dispose of love and people. Sadden by this reality, I will fight for my marriage and not be apart of the norm. Cause our love will surpass all obstacles. I don't want to end up like my disposable generation, so quick to lose what's real. I want to invest and take the time and keep loving the same parnter over and over again and finding new ways to keep our love strong. Marriage does have meaning, it's not suppose to be a joke. It's supposed to be through thick and thin. Besides, you know with this person you are a better person. They helped breathe new life into you and showed you how to be loved. Not to mention maybe even challenged you to be better than you thought you could ever be. Love does have value and to know love like that is rare.
We're the generation missing out on what the world really needs. What people searching their whole lives looking for? Never really knowing what pure unconditional love is. Always expecting disappointment. Perhaps there is a secret to a long and happy marriage that nobody ever tells you, but I'm willing to find out.
We're the next generation they're  gonna be reading about later on and so forth. I want them to know that love did in fact exist in some cases, it did. And they were the lucky ones.