::12:18:08::

::: A Bed Time Thought... :::

I'm so simple so expensive. Complicated, but respected.
Know for makin sh*t happen. Through righteous hustle I cope
that. Makin moves in small circles. Feigning for the open range
of all baller's stage.
I got what it takes. Hungry for the claim. Smart and patience
acknowledge my conviction.
Work is work when paper comes to chasin,
I won't be hungry.
I won't need a shelter... sleeping with others;
til you wear out your welcome, and
it's on to another shelter.
Not me. Best believe. I seed will never
breathe' my epathy.
Know my patience. Know the race is still
pending.
I'm on the grind. Peace. love. breathe is
my to consume. In fate. Of late I seek my
fate and give all.

Written by: ~ Nicole