It's All A Lie 'Listen To Your Heart🌟💫It's a lie to let our weakness consume us.Knowing the strength within is illustrious, meant for us to purse intertwined in soul,graced with with ambition. The prices of sacrifices to embrace the risk we take to enable which is fate.Fate in the eyes, of the diligent dreamer, sailing upon the visions cast from the creator above. Soaring the broken skies,in which the highest motivations reside. To Strive, mezmorized by the beyond , only meant to arise. Refreshing, to know in mind elevation will be present, in due time. It becomes a struggle in struggles,in a trance towards the hustle,inspired by the rewards of the consistency of the grind, and what could be the positive possibilities sent to be unlocked in time of course with the proper set of keys towards success. Pressure building character and integrity, can't let the negativity and it's difficult nature get the best of me, absorbing all it's teachings and lessons.5:31PM 7-17-26

What's It's Worth?? NH Am I Gonna Make It Inspired Pr.2

  What's It's Worth? NH Am I Gonna Make it Inspired. Pt,2

For what is worth,my blood is within these streets of concrete.

This is what made,when the rose submerges, through uncertainty not knowing it's own strength at all degrees.

These secrets of success to be told,forever to be bold,

Prayes to never be frozen,in the midst the artistic intentions which flows freely did I mention,with the grief built within trickery mix with sin things that of which is compromised to make me meet my end.

Was taught and raises to only operate with next of kin, circle tight protective  in the chaos,always meant to cut loose ends, It seems I always notice those that want to see me fall and their sinister grins.

The eginma of it ,all these ambitions stand tall,from damaged done had to crawl then walk,now I'm in motion moving within this Marathon🏁 disobeying the evils, being more competent,higher education wonders.

Lost loves ones now ancestors,and they speak to me in multiple ways,taken each sign into consideration giving me courage to walk amongst the flames,eternalizing the rules of the game,with my head up to the skies in day and eyes locked on to the cosmos at night.

Steady wished for heaven in paradise in my most critical of times,and I remain humble and greaful in silence, because memories of prevailing throughout obstacles.were consistent in the struggles to make ends meet to  feel complete,match my own energy competing with myself in reach to better self holding on firmly to integrity.making a course of action to continue to believe.

11:05am
3-11-26

Rebirth Pt.2

 Pure admiration nothing fraudulent true energy. Nothing to belittle me and the system of protection I create to shiled my heart and soul.

  This art I possess was meant to bring myself in a realm of peace. The love for what the universe has created which is me.

 Steady cautious because what I reveal can solely be used against me. Critical engagement of stories spoken consistent patterns of being heartbroken.

  In a state of rebuilding my empire I envisioned knowing everything I posses was God given.

 Listen to your mind is what I know and for the record have been told understsndings invested turn warm to cold and then adorn for it, the ability Io stand alone.

 Open the doors to the divine. The natural source of being complete even when uncertainty seems to arise. Since adolescent years was to taught to keep my eyes on the prize.

 Freedom and authenticity,when the situations thicken I sense fingers pointed at me. I stare and observe with control and maintain my position. 

 When I was doubted I ask for those to stay within that keep that same energy be fully intact, rage became instinct alarmed many oh how I react,but what about what I'm faced with difficulty heightend  far from basics.

 If you have nothing to offer be aware of the slaughter self destructive behavior born alone die alone for each individual is their own savior.  With this I won't ignore the assist, instead make use of what is known as the stress, even the mreasures inhale and exhale and remember that I'm blesses.- 

7-29-23  11:22AM 

Still Healing. (Introduction)

   I might crack a smile.,I may deliever words to motivate the youth in moments of discouragement. I may be quiet but still have much to say. I might show admiration in my scars of war while, standing in the sights of fears many might choose to ignore. 

   I’m not a role model but possess the qualities of one. I guess the difference is I stress to use the gun instead of the notions of wanting to run. You get nothing in return letting people walk all over you dissmissing your struggles subtracting those who don't see equality with no sense of integrity. 

  How long will it take for you to mature? I'm steady asking myself if Im ready for what is in store. Life experinces left a bitter taste the disrespect for the underdog created the hate. 

 Last thing I need is more hardships and I can just feel the envious awaiting for me to loose my composure to throw it all away and stay within the circle of poverty. As well as  putting my all in something else and failing at it is what bothers me. With no apologies I fight for mines cause kindness can be taken for weakness,and if you lead those with no soul to  a heart of gold you wont even have a chance to prevent the robbery. 

  I never went without,and even with less mircales was created.  Only so far you can go sticking with the basics being uncomforable built my charcter alllowed me to grow in anguish. I gained clarity in confusing situatuions  keeping my eyes locked on those with two faces doing everything to break my paitences. 

  My word is my word,  feeling the pressure push back from the pen cause I documented my tribulations with intensity and the fury I felt within.  All the setbacks enrages me so I lace my lay up, with the only concerens to get my cake up. Shining so brightly you can't help but to praise it, the odds agasint me and still found ways to muanver out the mazes. 

 Everything is presented in phases these days shall pass transitions to be the upstanding gentleman with class.   A long way from swirling hennesy in my flask, four to six pretty hawks on me before the mask.

  Late nights writing in the basement losing hope wondering If I'm even going make it.  The audacity of what I allowed left me with no access to all my elements as I recollect on what did I have to prevail with.  In this new realm of oppertunity I have no time for faiulre, nor shorts or losses paying for everything and not knowing the cost of the causes. 

 When its was twenty sixteen  ,I was trying to make the best of what could be of the many pictures torn up from tradgey. Potential erases all factors of disbelif chatter, cater to yourself as if nothing else matters. Cause throught it all I done seen the uligness of everything wanting the misfortune to be a small chapter of this vivid dream.When the mirror shatters gather the pieces to reconstrcut that last reflection of the spirirt so when the cries of the innocnet are herd its sure that every devil fear it - 

I.N.F.E.R.N.O.

  

The Only One

 The level of metamorphosis is unfamiliar. Days and nights become more clear either way  in tune regardless of transitions. My head is in the clouds not giving attention to my lows.

 Something in the air mesmozried by the stars that are visible searching for meaning and worth. This what I thought sitting outside on the porach.

 Beyond my own very imagination second guessing smoke out my nostrils exhaling all what was felt from those lessons and those frustrations.

 It's never over because it's even more difficult in these times. Depression felt watching remnants of family generations weathering away no resolutions or signs.

 Is it the decision I make or being aware of timing.I'm still alive and kicking. Witness grotes circumstances may have my eyes twitching. 

 Cause I think about past events before the conflict taken place and a  individual has been chosen of interest to meet their fate. 

 The only one who can prevent themselves from being their own enemy losing sight of focus how do you replenish your energies?

 It's my craft so I keep a hold on manifestations deep in my thoughts the writings can partially translated.

 I play on words, construct my positives in to verbs those struggles invested in my chest you can see my soul burn.

"When embracedd you may slightly be blinded by the light. " I gain vision when it's dark.

 The only one,her only son. Evils sees me and they freeze impactful like hollowtips adversities witnessed made me aware I'm  built for this from his stature. 

 Ancestral background interactions with many faces stories of crying and laughter. 

 Historical education of family legacies made it possible for me literally. Fought for me and generations before and will after me that is the balance of causes and affects. Make it difficult for what's is harmful for growth to interject.

The only one to finish what has been started even when feeling lethargic. 

 When it's let off some don't even hit their intended target itchy fingers one in the chamber from the cartridge.

 I beg a pardon who really started this?The biggest questions asked when faced with all these peculiar changes the whole world embraces. Close or stranger no one really has the answer so we are left in speculation. Infiltration and it's advances become major.

 Would you blame me personally for shying away cause what I love has developed ways of human expressions without spirtul essences with it's capabilities and knowledge on full  display. I see the possibilities so it's hard to ignore.

"I hope that won't delay the though process and not be a misdirected message."

 It's more to this story of futuristic progression. Barcode on the wrist the context is out of the ordinary "being rare" is the half of it  and it's errors in this programming that has been implemented taught as mandatory.

 The only one cause  there is only one.This was passed on to me bred without a shackled mind questioning am I really free? 

 To have a fair advantage a cease to designed schemes awake but still wanting to make sense of these dreams.  - There is only one

 3:04pm 

7-7-23

Stepping Stones

It's like applying rubbing alcohol to a open wound. That's hasn't quite fully recovered yet. Only noticed when my body start to shake and my eyes turn red.  

 Psychology experiments with the knowledge I read. Bringing logistics to emotions I fed.  Cracking a smile at my adversities. 

 Survival tactics always put me to the test. I contemplate  many would only notice nights I never rest.

 Strong senses of pressures 💎 in my chest.  I haven't said too much just to maintain my composure in a rush to act quickly and effectively for I know it's a must. 

 Bless the solider that traveled to spread knowledge and learned to evade not to get his cranium crushed making use of a concentrated rage.

 Desires to have my reactions to situations be less critical but more beneficial. Visions of me wiping my tears with franklins. building my armor with extravagant lavish metals. 

 This drive reminding me I'm far greater then basic. Face to face with success and my appetite craves the moments I can  taste it. 

 Balance is my most vital tool heart of gold with a brilliant mind to rule. Rule like those before me forever elegant and precious in ancient ancestral royalty. I am what is made from the glorious. Ask me? How can I not be victorious

-Stepping Stones 

12/22/22

9:30PM

A Orginator Has Risen

    I faced so many failures and rejections it humbled me but made me more relentless to quench my thirst for success. To dream of matters where it isn't so complex. To feel in my eyes seems to be a sin so passionate about that statement I quote it again and again. Centering myself in carelessness as I know I don't blend in. For to care, being aware and knowledgeable of the evil men and women do, to ignore these factors and pursue what is manifesting within you is what I remind myself in whispers to myself.

   To be motionless in the actions of cleansing my soul,only I bear the troubles I hold,in my attempts to be strong and firm never to fold. My purpose has not yet been fulfilled. Practice makes perfect but in the end is it really worth it? In search of pictures that's perfect,yet that isn't realistic wanting to be alone when I feel as if I'm being looked at as being delusional. Bruised and battered anything to keep the structure maintaining the fundamentals of the factors that will assist me to proceed to the next chapters.

   Unfixable not to be saved. I know I will take my sins with me to the grave, hoping to be forgiven for I couldn't live as a slave for what I comitted to for survial. Fighting with myself and growing to face my very own rivals which is in the mirror seeing past all the terrors. It's what I revealed that got the best of me. So within it all I have are desires finding ways to be set free from everything I created that no longer drives me.  Where I'm at now is not where I want to be,challenges questioning if I should let anyone get close to me.

  When it's all said and done,normalities flow and run the spark in my mind as I stay aligned. Don't know how I will reach these desired points yet I keep myself afloat listening to my inner voice. A personal reflection of the thoughts that are projected. The universe brought me to where I'm currently at adolescent years of where I grew and learned the values of the game where my struggles were put on display and through longevity developed my name. When I knew inside I belonged to a higher purpose looking like the show was over so I closed the curtains from the acts of burdens, depreciated value feeling worthless. Quotes don't define me only what I feel to be inspired by. These are just the times of dreary days and dark nights and no matter what I am faced with I remain to be my own shining light  I.N.F.E.R.N.O.

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