Happiness lives in bottle disguised as poison..
At times you're too afraid to look past memories, self imagery and forgotten dreams when truth is you are all you need.
Truth is he wasn't shit and she was just a temporary squeeze.
Foolish it seems to stay when tears burn more bridges than any hyperbole or metaphor words could muster,
Catching up to the future while yesterdays float past your radar,
Driving fast switching lanes without a signal like you can't crash, that's insane when Lito told you to fear not the rearview, one for the pain and once more for you.
Happiness lives in a bottle labeled as poison..
So the next time you contemplate suicide, fumble dull knives, second guess bullets in that .9 rushing rule(s)-Let's, overdose on the truth.
Frantically gaze into that mirror, admire freckles, moles or that dry patch of skin, or even that random growth of hair extending your chin, twist up the corners of your lips and smile for you are alive.
Once you realize the enemy takes no days off, your problems may compound, buts what's life if it isn't worth fighting for?
Like love when you've finally found it. The aroma don't even smell the same. That tingle between your thighs tickles more now and only Love can satisfy it.
Like finding something to live for and dying for it.
My people gotta live.
I want you to live.
I wanna be your pusher like
The Only, thing you gotta be is black and grow dreads and stand for your culture.
I'm tired of seeing my people dreading their next breath, or wondering what's next.
Fine tune your love and allow the Most High to enter in
For every bit counts.
Keep that bottle close intoxicate yourself in happiness.
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