The journey of a semi-christian, poor, confused black girl from Miami that moved to D.C. only to discover that life may truly be the b**** everyone had described. Still trying to remain faithful and sain, continues on her search for happiness. Her heart is slowly breaking...But don't worry... I brought super glue.
Shelley
The Author
Monday, September 3, 2012
Employeed
Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Wish I could exist in a world without a care
Everywhere I look I see something getting took
So it just makes we wonder, ‘where is my share’
I was on a hustle, hustling hard, but it was the wrong path
Decided to do engineering because I was ‘good at math’
Now I’m at a cross road trying to figure out what’s next
Finally made it to the bus stop and they told me the ‘success’ just left
Miss one, another 15 minutes, another one isn’t coming
So now I have to walk down the long and narrow
Trying to stay positive, humming; ‘his eyes were on the sparrow’
I made some mistakes, and it’s not too late to change
I just want to be successful with ‘Dr’ in front of my name
Money isn’t my motivation, but to figure out my calling
Whatever it is, it still would be nice to be BALLING
Now the other subject at hand is the ‘yes you can’
Believing in yourself, and accomplishing the impossible
Proving to the world, that this girl is unstoppable
Jumping over hurdles like I was a beast in track & field
Fighting until my destiny is revealed
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Overstand
I understand that it is a cold world even when it’shot outside
And a man would rather lose his life before losinghis pride
I understand that celebrities have the most moneybut they get everything for free
And that black men cannot be taken seriouslyunless they own a degree
I understand that in our generation SEX sells
And people who fornicate, lie, cheat, and steal,preach about how gays are going to hell
I understand that most rappers focus on sex,money, drugs, and guns
I understand that “church girls” aresometimes the “worse ones”
I understand that every man is CREATED equal
But BACK THEN they didn’t even considered BLACKS aspeople
Say Something Crazy
For the record, I loved you
Or at least I tried
My biggest regret was letting you see me cry
I was tripping in this relationship, which you loved me not
And while in it I lost the essence of me, snapshot
You kicked my heart, kick, kick, kicked my heart
And that was cool
I would dust it off and give it back to you, I was such thefool
I was lost in Shutter Island, going crazy with your mindgames
I did wrong, you did wrong, it didn’t matter, I was to blame
Fast forward to today, and I couldn’t thank you enough
Sometimes break ups can be more than tough
heartbreak shatters dreams
But through the cracks leaked higher esteem
I would never let another make me crazy, make me baby, makeme crazy
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