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Styles Dec 2014
Let me take the time to tell you about something called nothing. These industry lies, Capitalize on all this fronting over nothing showing tricks up their sleeves while they are bluffing. Promise you the world, and give you nothing, hoping you end up a nothing, cause they made you something;  without your heart and soul they would have nothing.

Like it even matters, the odds against you, all that pain becomes chatter. Matter of facts flash in A flash and its over. Smoking numbing the pain until it gets colder childish pride selfish ****** to the ego over summer time  it's fine, this time i remind, my mind in line with common grounds that hard to find in regions of my mind that's Devine and the only thing that matters is time.

these human beings done lost their mind but still feel alive. I realised i am Alone, the maybe got me feeling crazy. you will survive. To love or hate again, with the presence of mind.

So many times I have felt trapped, but it was only in my mind. Chasing this fame to catch up  I had to come from behind these shadows clouding my mind. Find my path in life and claim what is mine.

Wrote passages of brilliance through the parels of time.

Fought the faces of death, right down to my last breathe,  never gave up or quit. Don't believe in that shyte. The game knows the hustle, and stays true to it, so stay true to your hustle, like you aint knew to it. like a relationship you know things can shape shift if you catch my drift then you can get where you are trying to get. 

I have had my ups and down, but knew where I needed to get. Made mistakes, never said I was perfect. The journey was worth it, made ever turn perfect.

Doubt is strong,  but talent is stronger. The side is inside, just kneed to unearth it.
Its easy to give in, much harder to last longer. Was told by a wise guy,  to survive you need hunger. Use it as part of your drive that pushes you to go further.
Andrew L Manson Apr 2018
Laat mij maar dansen in jouw regen.
De regen die het leven geeft
aan de ontluikende bloesems in mijn hart.
Zoals je tranen die, als de kristallen parels
van jouw diepste gevoelens,
over je wangen naar beneden rollen
en de bodem voeden waarop mijn dromen kunnen bestaan.  

En laat mij met jouw zwaarste storm verwaaien.
Die alles verwoestende storm
die enkel zal sparen wat gewillig met haar mee beweegt.
Zoals het relaas aan woorden die,
door gedeeld begrip *** verwoestende kracht verloren,
mijn zeilen bollen en mij laten vliegen
langs de spiegelende oppervlakkigheid van het leven.

En laat mij, gevangen in het onweer,
tussen de oorverdovende donder
en het geweld van de verschroeiende bliksem,
vol angstige verwondering,
de kracht aanschouwen die ontwaakt
als jouw hart haar ongenoegen over de wereld stort.

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