We’ve got stories for days. The morals take center stage. Or we like to say…more often than not…we kinda livin’ lame. The world keeps turnin’ so why are our soul burnin’?
Craving Costco’s samples like you wouldn’t believe. Didn’t think a quaint summer day would be a dream. The most moaning coming from ” oh man we miss the rain” while the rest of us lament that they’re insane. Blasting our audio heroes kissing the summer sky.. pushing fluid fantasia all through the other side.
Motivation springs from the funkiest places. It may not always matter that its gor.the worst of reasons you feel like aces. Dial back and chance to dissect the situation. Keep exercising that 3rd eye. Promise every day….new zeal and ideas…but selfishness and stagnation, giving yourself the runaround. Aimless ambition and guide less wannabe achievers lacking soul in their sound. The more emboldened the state the more we portray needless clowns.
Movies to escape, food to transport and contraband to enhance a reimagined romance with perverse dreams loaded with poignant fears. To be undone and supplanted by acid tears. Black girls rock, all girls in actuality…..weird strange things fire away against the purity of love with the angst of confusion and pain.
The moon will shine, as it turns around in time. Some scoff at us as lowly. And want us crucified as scummy….different visions…different ways..maintain your faith as your mind state an open state…live on…..many more dawns to come after pungent storms….live on……gotta live on……
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