Journals

Honey:
Been some time since we last spoke, memories run my mind like it’s no joke
But hey I did first show
A black kings day fiasco
I never knew how much one could lose
But these last few years taught me who
I sang a song for Martin, spoke of his dreams and the young Kings who celebrate his legacy, and how the deputies so desperately leave them breathlessly
Sometime this world looks so bleak
I peak up to the heavens, wanna cry
And to tell you the truth I m still a little shy
But I try more
Grandma, I wake up every morning to your picture on my bedroom drawer, wish I could hear your voice
Hear some tales of Old New York
The friends you knew, how you grew
Know you was only hard cause you love me like you do
I love ou too. I construe
Dear leandra, a great friend
I think back to memories and time spent
A friend lost but remembered, heaven sent
I admit, Can’t even be mad
At a God for calling two angels back
But losing them made me realize everything’s not so white and black. So if you listening now
I hope you like my sound, I hope this didn’t put a frown on your faces
I pray my thoughts, lyrics and phrases
Reach you in good graces
And you follow me through all my different stages, all my story’s different pages
And you approve that this life i live
I didn’t waste it
Dear Diary