Whats the purpose of being mad over conditions of last nite.....certain situations over stand....and its sad people try to fight...what they cant see...antsy...aint the way to be, Emotions from yesterday let em escape to the way of capital F'it sea, no effort,let it be, See its a new day,being that we cant change past moments, worrying bout that in present presents future bad omens, strange to know, so my guardian angel halo's my fitted cap, where eva i go....
So bright the orange,red,yellow sun....or a function of fireballs, wuteva fits ya tounge, hear the birds chirp above, grass sprouts with love, getting my ass out the tub, the new days begun...with beautiful ultra-violet rays and um blue skies playing over my future greys, gracefully i grab guc, no marc jacob shades and kite away, so high like blast off, my minds a canvas being painted by BOB ROSS, or a seed deeply rooted in apple sauce...and the cost of paying mind 2 reading this prolly aint as much 2 trying 2 defeat being defeated kids....
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