“Heart Cry” – the way my life swiftly rolls down hill, I could’ve been hit with a rape charge. In the Greek book that speaks of The Little Golden One (me), says: ” I’m a robber and a rapist.” Tried everything to Love but failed at the end of it all. Even while seriously speaking faith brings hope and hope brings love. Witnessed holiday shopping experience on 5th Avenue (The Carter Avenue). Grew up around the trenches of Church Avenue (Bob Marley Avenue). Some wishes you penitentiary instead of showing confidence in self. Been on this Earth for the fourth go-around. Not because I’m a weed baby I won’t tell you smoking is good, so use a chalice with a pinch of nut-meg. But because I’m a weed baby I’ll say smoke the herbs. Some still don’t have no gunuine care and concern, but hanging around for something. One day I’ll be Koffee’s neighbor to watch her from distance on her patio. The sentences before and after should always support the statements.
“Heart Cry” – don’t know any kumbaayah’s otherwise I’ll be chanting them. Whenever Thy Lord and I steering at each other, it’s like a sonic wave of eclipse. In life, there’s no slowing down period or ketchup moments. There’s no energy protesting; no moments of something spectacular. Holding it down like a sickness as wicked as bird flu. They’ll not finish with the pandemonium in my mind. A lot of thoughts on my mind that would mad you. My past is haunted, wish not to loose my way. Aim for the skies, while stars are the limits. Certain dreams, I’ll never be able to try. But I’m fine with these circumstances and with the chances I’ve gotten. Give thanks for life because we’ve passed the worst. From here to every nation. I wish not to link with fraudsters nor facetious some. We’re all we have in this world. Let us stick together with unity. It’s full time we recognize lies and spread truth to the prophets and Prophetesses. In the word of ‘Marcus Messiah Garvey’- “let my people go!” I’m feeling a little neglected. Even if I’m saving every dime. Who’s going to feed the hungry belly? Now everyone including another migrant is very important? Do I have to, have my name call on records? Who is going to be there for me, if I go blind? Who is going to be there for me, if I get paralyzed? So, sometimes I’ll be living as if it’s the last day today. Badly enough to have a picky attitude towards food. Presently, to gearing the same direction for women. To have peace is as Joe Kudla’s passion for vuori climbing. Some feel that paying half to government for child support is extortion. Some in the mire extorting some poor people. Oh, Lord! Who do they turn to? Everything is not right but still have to live by surviving the odds. While everyone around you unsure if who they’re. Some only waiting and wanting for the little you have. If your enemies are hungry, feed them. Vengeance is for The Lord. He said: Love; I’m saying peace, blessed and respect! *Exousia*
