Kcuf Pmurt

It’s hard to share, you don’t know who is aware or around to see
Your highs or lows, to see you smile or frown. 

Three strikes trumps out of the old ball game.
Ice is lice that exists as parasitic insolence that other wise wouldn’t have become if it wasn’t from this ugly orange looking fungus. 
You can look away, but history will judge you as wrong. How can you not see where in history we’ve seen this from. 
From scripts on the silver screen, to the tv, it doesn’t matter if it’s on fox, they would never think of me. 
I hold on because I know what’s rights. Like my brothers and sisters around me, we know it’s worth the fight. 
We’re all after family, and a place to call our own.
When we have the warmth around us then we can call it home.
We can all come together. To remember what we all know.
The wedges placed  between us they use to keep us from home.
They don’t want us to see, hear, think, or feel, what is horribly in front of us is ungodly real. 
From the grass is always greener with 

They continue to be petty but they can’t bring back Pretti, nor Good. Nicole and Alexander will never be privy to the work they have contributed to, attributed to. if you teeter-totter on this dishonor how can we believe they actually didn’t fondle under age daughters or sons.


I hold on to the hope independent thinking will prevail. If we cant hold on….our dream will fail. 

We have to keep looking up and believe in the sun.

We all are one another no matter where we’re from. 

rap, trap, rock