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I've travelled a lot, all across the world. Although I've never been outside my homeland. I've never been on a plane, but I've seen oceans and deserts, and the hustling cities, from a quiet rooftop.
I know I am on the right path because I am not willing to betray My True Self.  I will no longer let others define who I am meant to be I will no longer negotiate my integrity. 
Seen the extremes of beauty When I saw my mother smiling I was the star of your eyes Mom, look where I am now It is a different matter to remain silent Yet those who are great remain great
Seen the extremes of beauty When I saw my mother smiling I was the star of your eyes Mom, look where I am now It is a different matter to remain silent Yet those who are great remain great
Coming back to this floor where I lay on a house with broken bones. one year has gone by since I laid and fathomed what it would feel like to leave this behind  
It's the ending of a tale; it's the beginning of one It's the rendering of a piece unsung It's the frayed passing of thrones From a grandmother's knackered spine To the mother's stubborn bones
Family They are everything To the outsider, we are perfect. No rough edges. No problems. No imperfections. No one sees the internal workings of a broken machine.
things that fall; joy ambition people opportunities  prides petals teardrops raindrops eyelids  shadows time the sun and the moon, tides  stars.
I would lie awake at night while everybody else slept I would play games with the ceiling I would crouch on the bathroom floor waiting
I was born 4/20/1969 I made my mother moan as I slide right out of her meat pocket. She was the first women I would ever make moan. I lived a simple life besides my massive fucking peen.
Once when I was young I dreamed to be old To be a be a big girl And finally face the world But then I grew up And learned pretty quick Being an adult Isn't that great
From time to time Inside this heart of mine  I stare into the mirror To see clear  For the very first time In the depths of my obscure mind
We begged Dad to stay home  The memory of mothballs and butterscotch candy  Already choking us  Even a nine and a ten-year-old know There is a sort of relief 
As a child I knew life wasn’t perfect,   had to survive most day  a lot of things I went through I didn’t deserve it!  
This is a letter to my unborn, sorry that you couldn't see the world in human form. Can't plant you seeds but I still adore. Cause it ain't easy when you nigga poor.  
My past is my yesterday, not better than my today, You never want to leave in it, but you learn lessons from it.
When Life Was Simple   Your old man is turning 50 like mine But I won’t be there to sing tonight He used to say when I’d visit everyday 
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