For a Girl Named

I lay in this mess bored Like I’m half torn Before I was born I had to press forward. Live deceives you And think, What’s in between blinks? It’s not a manner of speech It’s what deceives you to think. What makes people meet the people they want to be, or friends under sheets It's fate honestly. Regardless how long, the same people can see that something bigger than them created this recipe. This is meant to teach the reader, it should, every person who breathes Lives to feel good. You're young and you're free and you hang out with me but you have this disease I'd take away if i could. Hang onto to family and I'm not gonna preach but your destiny is with who always stood- up for your story I know it's corney, maybe boring. but my intuition speaks wisdom to rhythm so it catches you for me. And think on this; can you afford to eat if you were left on your lonely? if not follow those who can feed more than their own feet. You're a growing diamond, ready for polish but step back, and take advice, this isn't just knowledge. It's what I've seen change brains from the hustle to college. you think I'm speaking from success but i'm speaking from falling. I'm speaking from the mess people cleaned up the best. You're not finished yet, you have a soul that you kept So search the depth... and find yourself at the bottom amongst a ship wreck. And with that swim untill you get breathe win untill you get checked come back a little smarter take their queen on your fifth step. I don't know tommorrow I barley know today I kept you awake, to save yourself from the pain. A hard lesson learned, but it initiates the change. Don't follow dragging footsteps better face away take a break from walking behind zombies putting hate in their veins. If you pray just pray, you can face the stage and tell the audience booing you that you were meant to stay. It's creates a strain on the mind, well what I mean to say. Is life can be confusing when you keep it the same. It’s what makes your brain rotten Why we stay forgotten, I’m running out of options It’ll kill us if they spot you. You're a hostage I’m pretty positive. But here’s something better; We can build where we lost it. You’re a rose that grows from concrete, Tupac’s on to it.