A Rose

I miss being on here, but life has changed so much and I’m just grateful to be alive and living for purpose. Books coming, publishing company coming, clothing line coming… lots of getting my hands dirty and learning new things, perfecting crafts, learning business and marketing strategies, working for myself… working for God. Know, I’m thinking 10 years ahead, still. My 2012 work won’t even see the light of day til 2025, but it’s all a part of the plan. Lord willing. Still grinding. Okay okay, bye now.

I’m tryna switch lanes like I’m Jay Versace.

Eat everything on my plate like I’m Jay Versace.

Mama, I’m ‘bouta take off like…

(muted adlibs + moment of silence)

I’ve been working too hard, only God can stop me.

I used to want it all ASAP like Fergie Ferg.

I used play that Will.I.Am solo tape, forreal.

I only wanna spread love because I know it hurts.

I pray for the ATL like he pray for Paris.

If that came off as insensitive; I’m too embarrassed.

I didn’t think it. God linked it to my dome; I copied.

I’ve got a mental rolodex of XXX properties.

I’m tryna speak to Cass Banks like Jesus at the well.

Ven aqui mi amor y dime como te sientes de verdad.

I’m fraud; I only speak Spanish using Google translate.

I spent 31 years under a mask mandate.

Covered face in all my photos; You can’t take my soul.

Unknown, but I move like a Knowles-Carter.

I’m like Money Mayweather-How I keep my guard up.

Still dodging raindrops;

Tear ducts all scarred and dried up.

Still thinking left but know my rights like the Magna Carta.

Demons in the market, I don’t have a soul to barter.

I’m trying to give the Lord my all like a young Martha.

Martha, Martha, marry me and wash my feet.

If that came off as insensitive, *delete delete*.

I keep a core filled with medicine inside my treats.

Inherited Earth; Although, the Memphis years were bleak.

I’ve got a mill-i-on thoughts to drop before I leave.

I’m like a young Tom Brady playing second string.

Kcuf it, mask off; Bet you’ll see far as my dreams.

I feel like falling in love with this current stream

of consciousness.

Jehovah-Jireh; Confidence.

They wanted me to stop,

but look at me now,

acknowledging this honest gift

while showing you a scene from my screen.

Is it obvious? I am an anomaly

blessing the economy with new wealth.

You know, I’m tryna switch lanes, only to help.

A heavy heart and a hefty balance;

I’m living like I never knew a challenge.

I write it out when I’m in need of balance.

Howl at the moon if you’re a fool.

I’ve had enough bad vibes,

I cut soul ties with falling off.

No longer nodding off,

this jotting’s got a purpose, don’t it?

Opportunistic when around opponents;

We do not lose, what’s in ain’t infinite

and we’re definite.

What’s incorrect

when you’ve been correct

with those imperfections

giving respect to those who

skew the truth to fit their jigsawed views?

I am interested in the answer.

Shine your light on me.

I know I can be a little difficult;

You miss me, often.

I am missing, always,

but I am always hitting.

Who’s ever done repenting?

Why don’t you ever listen?

Why are you always tripping?

Why am I like this? I don’t know,

but I may say something I don’t mean

just to see how far you’ll go.

Not to mention, we both had those beans,

so our hearts have an enormous glow.

What can I say? I was born a fiend.

I want it all, lately.

That was lazy.

Actually, I’ve kicked habits

with task rabbit advantages;

It took a village just to show me

what a man I am.

There is a village

where I lay my head

inside a hut.

I hike my socks to walk the block

and never call it luck.

I only do it for the stamina.

I back out with a camera;

You can never be too safe.

God, I know you are a fan of me,

but I’m still a child; You knew,

so your light still flashes brighter

than a Kodak pill.

The whole world is in disarray.

Cheese can cause constipation;

I spent the day with the devil...

Oh God, I may be mad.

We slow danced right in front of screens;

Can you escape this class?

Running out of oxygen,

running out of gas,

running for my life

because I may face masks.

But I know who is underneath

so this is where I rest, in piece.

Peaceful as the Prince, my King,

with this renewing of my mental.

This day has so much potential, still.

We create at will and love at first;

With humbled hearts our stomachs burst

great information.

I’ve been listening to haters with intent to grow;

Feel the power in knowing words you speak are curses so

I love you very much

and I pray you learn to love yourself, truly.

This life we live is grueling.

I can understand you choosing to let hatred roll by,

but it is never too late for you to break those soul ties.

We keep debating those lies because

the truth is fabricated

when created by the portrait

painted in your own mind.

It’s all a program; What channel are you on?

Money business; Mining mind,