#motivatedink

Momma confided in me today... Oh how I love her so... Always wanting the best for her children despite the choices they make even though She said if she had all boys we'd all prolly be as productive as I appear to be. It brought tears to my heart as tears ran down her the side of her soft brown cheek Got me feeling meek as she Shared with me her fears of hard work being in vain Or hearing about her only son being slain. Tired of the scams and schemes, Only wanting the 5 of us to pursue our dreams Encouraging us to be the best we can be While reminding me there's no place for a black man in the Army. Then she asked about you. Didn't have much to say, so I said you're doing fine despite the time that has passed since the last time we've had a conversation. I guess that's my fault. Got me feeling I should lokc my heart in a vault somewhere and focus solely on the art of masking my emotions... Denouncing any commotion on the topic of that emotion, Love. Love... It's the unforeseen force that will have you up all night thinking about someone. It's the unforeseen force that can change the course of any person's life. To be honest... Well to be further honest, it's the only reason you were mentioned in this with little tension because you're part of the reason this was written. Man, Life sure has its way of intriguing me.

I could never be a broke nigguh. The thought of that consumes my mind so often it makes my stomach turn Round and round And round and round it goes Paralyzing my body from making any Effective action while driving my mind a hundred thousand miles a minute Got me feeling some type of way living 28 years on this planet And the thought of me being here almost 28 years and not completely locking in on what needs to be locked in has got me feeling some type of way. Got me like a walking contradiction. Sadly happy to see my friends fail towards success Living to die and dying to live While Overwhelming myself or allowing myself to be overwhelmed by.... The pressures of society. Gotta have a degree Gotta have a job Gotta have a hustle Gotta have this Gotta have that Gotta have money Gotta have a house Gotta have jewels Gotta look good Gotta smell good And that's just to be heard... Just To be heard. Like birds chirping in the early morning. Speaking of birds, They say Birds of a feather flock together. Speaking of the flock, people say that I'm starting to change. Like change isn't supposed to occur after earning a little change. A changed mind is a changed life and a changed life is a changed soul. So Really, I say if I'm changing that's good because it's the application of the information I retained. You see, I've been soul searching, wandering... Tryna make sense Out of something to make cents From someone who created sense Writing the best poems I have in my mind and spilling the ones that reflect my inner most desires, fears and weaknesses on paper Only to set a blaze on stage similar to whoever your favorite poet is. Painting pictures with words and Articulating with the few cents I have Of The dollar and dream I intend to achieve. To be the best me that I can be. To see my family and friends free. Free from debt. Free from stress. Free from strife. Free for life.

It was the mimosas that did it It was the mimosas that made me feel so lit It was the mimosas bro. They made me feel so legit. The mimosas bro. They were the cause behind me telling that woman she looked so right. And the reason I kept her in my sight. It was the mimosas. They gave me just enough courage to admit, That there is no greater feeling than the feeling of being lit. It was the mimosas bro They had me sitting at bay. Sitting at the whiskey reds in marina del Rey. Along with my favorite waitress named K. Watching people on cruise ships As people look at me like 'whose this' as if We all aren't in here for the same reason. I mean, is eating not a good enough reason to eat without treason? Maybe I'm thinking too heavy, watching these waves got me feeling wavy bro, it's gotta be these mimosas. Because this one has just a bit more champagne to numb the pain of the turmoil taking place in my city. Knowing damn well ain't nothing pretty about brothas killin brothas behind streets we don't even own. Its the mimosas bro.... The mimosas Got me full of these unlimited omelets Had me looking for my un unlimited wallet Thinking I'm Losing mine , until a random white guy pointed it out, bringing some peace bakc to my mind. Ironic isn't it? 400 years ago we FashO wouldn't be sitting across from each other Yet alone having quality O with the J. Almost had me guess if racism was still alive, Until I realized that real lies in what resides right before my eyes. It's gotta be the mimosas.