“Stairways To Heaven”

” On the Journey to knowing one’s self. It takes Wholeness to Flow to get to the Gateway, of Growth & Strength; in order to Protect one’s self.” I’ve committed suicide with “Words”; Buried myself with “Words” then resurrected with “Words”. Words, lie to you by telling you the truth; Words, are created perfectly from beginning till end. Words, turn you soft & let you melt like butter. Words, can all be Glittered with gold. Words, are italic & bold. Words, properly spoken are often profound; Words, are adjectives, nouns & pronouns. Words, are used to destroy each man’s soul. Words, are bought but not to be stolen. Words, are meaningful as soon as they are unfolded. Words, are broken just to make whole. Words, properly used are bone broken. Words, are history; the history is unfold. Words, came prepared and made me grow. Words, to you I give my throne; Words, you are crowned. We human we born in sin; it was blessings traveling overseas without a recipe; but the story starts with the ink & journeyed through a pen. Money makes all world spin, tired of living my life in a talespin; I confess all my sins without a G-shock. Time to put the world on my shoulder, finally. I was stuck in the mud, just trying to figure who ROYAL really was? Didn’t want to take my own life, so i never gave up. Even though it felt as if i dug my own grave up. For years RASSIE died. I straight blew my mind; Even though it’s a true story it’s just something for you to read about. So this is not just any regular shout out. Where everyday i feel like shout. Thought of having a baby girl; but now it was just a thought. It’s time for me to cash out; as if my mouth is a ATM money flow zone. I’m not really here, them where I’m at? My only hope is that history done Engraved us. F it I’m not scared. Realest ever wrote. It’s always some, it’s never all. I should have taken my time but been mad since 09. Not because I’m About it; i should end up behind bars; don’t want to be in a shootout dagging behind cars. Not sometimes but all the time life leaves you with a lot of scars. Don’t want to walk in the streets not knowing where to start, got to be real, real, strategic. I’ll be on my own, as long as I’m willing and able. *Exousia*