when I was just a little kid,
i used to play with dirt. run around,
jump fences, hang with gangs.
hang in stores.
hang, many things were hung.
many things were torn.
broken relatgionships.
never put back together.
Always, running from what wasn't right.
punched, slapped, bruised, slandered, hated.
the moment I said yes,
I used to aspite to sing, dance, and be a star
Did I lose me? or was it just a part.
getting older you allow responsibility.
to change who you are.
kids don't fear, as musch, as when they get older.
some, at least, others they don't care they live their dreams and they grow old in their passion.
That is the way it's suppose to be.
they say things will never be the same I say they will be better.
I'm workikng on switiching them numbers. from o to infinity.
the God given ability living in me.
Don't kill that little girls dreams. teach her to write teach her to sing. to her to aspire to live her dreams. aspire to be black. aspire to be free.
aspire to never live under someone elses roof or dreams.
-DREAM AGAIN-
QUEEN ARMANDA-Thank you.