who put a price on success
it don't cost nothing to succeed
how is it a secret if
every body knows...please
we bleed just sitting around
picking our nose
the blade of poverty
cuts too deep and pain
is motivating and hunger
is aggravating
I'm sick of praying
I'm meditating
nothing can be accomplished
down on your knees except for
a clean floor and dirty jeans
hands raised don't chase
demons away
I ran out of ink
and forgot what I was going
to say
do not run from the sun
the sun is your friend
look at your skin
let the melanin seep in
while I find another pen
now where do I begin
pay attention
don't forget to listen
if the eyes are the windows
to the soul then close the blinds
make sure the elevator is not broken
reaches the third floor and the door opens