A little boy had a white rabbit he named it Charlie he found him in the back of this house when he was younger he have had it for so long that he became ungrateful and mistreated it one day he got away when he realized this he started to cry but it was too late
Moral of the story be grateful for the little stuff cause when it's gone your gonna regret it

When I write I forget the world and my worries real or fake
Imaginary or reality it doesn’t matter cause I get lost in the passion I get lost in the thought the rhyme, beat, and lyrics it gives me a feeling anything else is unable to give me
I write because it’s my passion, my dream and my talent.

Shut up ! Whatever you been asking for god is working on it stop worrying so much enjoy life

strong enough to stand on my own two feet wise enough to know what's wrong and what's right young enough to do what I want but old enough to follow instruction bold enough to admit when I am wrong human enough to let go of the past.

A lost soul looking for something or someone to make me a whole
You broke my heart left a painful pain in my chest ripped my heart out then left me like we never met then you expect me to be ok.
Not one call or text after you left you broke me into a million pieces you left me to wonder off alone in the forest you made fill with memory and pain every beautiful memory now pains me every passionate kiss now hurts me and every touch still lingers on my cold skin.