Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.

But tomorrow I see a change, a chance to build anew, built on Spirit, intent of heart, and ideas based on truth. Tomorrow I wake with second wind and strong ideas of pride. I know I fought with all my heart to keep the dream alive.

Everything in life is not all beautiful, not all fun. There is lots of killing and drugs.

My homie lost his family and snapped, shot up half the block to bring them back.

I'm a reflection of the community.

Sometimes I sit and look at life from a different angle.

The only time I have problems is when I sleep.