Am I not great?, have I not survived? and lived to tell great american poetry poems. I was lost in the sauce for a second. Or at least I thought I was lost, I was more found that I thought I could be, I just didnt know it. They tried to add confusion to my equation but things were just not adding up.
I survived to tell the greatest of american poetry poems. That of black survival, then of revival and then of something completely unexpected. I thought I had the world but noticed I could get more.
So here I stand with my follow brothers and sisters, knowing that we can have more and that is what we are going after. More of everything.