So I'm chillin in my city, reminiscin bout some things. Appreciatin the love that pain can bring. I'm still a scary nigga, but now I try not to cling on to my bullshit bc I heard my phone ring. I got calls all thru life and I would dance and sing. Not fully aware of who I was or what I was wanting. I tried and I tried to rush a number of things, but only in Gods time would I ever achieve, real love myself or any other living thing. I'm hella human cuz, this life comes wit suffering. My foundation was weak af and I didn't KNOW a thing. I still might not, but I know I'm trying. Committing to livin a truth instead of constantly lying to myself and the world these days I'm dying to myself. I'm not always law abiding, but I'm movin pass investing in perfection. I am already that. I struggle wit that belief, but I figure that's that. I love to get high and I love to listen to tracks. I love to sing and dance. I love to pay folks back. In this way or that one, this is the truth, in my being I been seeing. Embracing my cage could in fact be freeing. I'm out here, at the center, soon I may be leaving. It's a abit chilly, but it's not freezing. I'm onto summ 😇😈👽❤🧡💛💚💙🤎🤞🙏🤝
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