WAIT!

It was scorching hot in Woodland Hills. I was poolside in a metallic micro bikini when I heard laughter coming from the mouths of young children. A middle-eastern woman carrying a glass bowl of red colored fruits and water escorted her three children to the pool. They seemed to be ages three, five and eight. As soon as she was able to open the gate to the pool the three year-old little boy took off running and jumped in before anyone could stop him. The mother screamed wait. In a panic, she dropped her glass bowl, which shattered everywhere, and dove into the pool to rescue her life-saver free child. When she climbed out of the pool with the boy in her arms she seemed embarrassed. I had gathered most of the glass for her and told her Thank God he is alright. The child continued to laugh as though he had no clue he could not swim and would have easily died in the eight feet of water he jumped into. His mother was sobbing as she helped me finish cleaning up the spill. Afterward, she sat down and watched as her children swam. All three equipped with floatation equipment. Everything could change for any of us at any moment. Lets appreciate this moment.

BULLET PROOF

I Felt Bullet Proof. Then I Got Shot.

I Try To Keep My Cool But DAMN Dem Bullets Hot.

I Think That He Loves Me. What If He Loves Me Not?

Is He Really Into Her Will She Take My Spot?

He Told Me Not To Worry, His Heart Is In My Hand

When I Looked Inside My Palm I Could Barely Stand.

I Saw The Love He Had For Me, The One That Was For Life

And In My Palm There Was A Ring

HE WANTS ME AS HIS WIFE

Heold My Angel Disappeared

"But you do're gone,
And happiness is gone very far,
Towards dark backgrounds,
And life has unfolded,
Sad, monotonous and cruel,
Covered in scars and wounds,
And what I say one day,
Was not true,
Happiness is more
It is hidden behind huge dark clouds
Covering the sky with their menacing forms ...
Too many questions revolve around me
My life is guided by choices that are not mine ... "

I used to get high on his memory

Now I get high & he here with me

Love him so much-it is sickening

Goe So Good-treat him like a King

In exchange all of the Love he bring

Answer everytime that his celly ring

Warms my soul, makes me wanna sing

Pounds my Puss with his Ding a Ling

doesn't mean much, it don't mean a thing

Time flies by circles like a ring

Focus on the good while the good is there

As long as he's around I don't have a care

Past is done We Cant Take It Back

Love Dont End Baby Thats A Fact!

Let Shit Goe And It Came Right Back

Cuz I'm on my job, i dont EVER slack

I remember having the blues

I kept my fears inside

Wondering what Im gonna do

Pain too hard to hide

Trying to hold that shaky smile

Trying to keep tears in

Until they fill your body

And pour right out your skin

taking over everything, a wounded heart exposed

Tortured by the end result an open heart is closed

Sweat and tears and blood released

Its hard to give your all

weakened motivation

damage from the fall

Pick yourself back up

Clench your aching wounds

Love again my brother

you’ll see many moons.

Pain will be relieved

God will see you through

And everything that you believed

it will all come true.

Pointing Fingers

I tell a bitch she could be my personal assistant and see me all day!

She dont want it, but she start it, now she know i aint for play

Everything i did for her! i even went out of my way!

ungrateful ugly bitch, im tryna chill but you gon’ pay!

Burning Niggas. Taking shots, call me a hoe! i gotta say...

that is quite hilarious, considering you're a dirty lay!!!

ratchet rats attack, im bringing bats, grenade

im blowing up- get paid, still in His image Im made

morals in tact! Yours' aint

pointing fingers? Insane!

A darkened cloud with drops of rain; that's black like oil, hard like pain.

A poisoned meal so sweet unknown; but when discovered, a face of stone.

Black cats that cross you as you walk, eyes that follow, men that stalk.

Blood that pours down saddened faces

Guilty hands that leave NO traces

Broken hearts and karma taste this

Judging cowards remain faceless

Reap their souls cause they are baseless

Weak foundation, empty spaces

Losers murk and pull at pants of those that climb

above the stands.

Im on top; the upper hand

In Gods Grace is where i'll land.