For so long we let societies biases and hate stifle us our celebrities and politicians feed delusions of trust, the disconnect is a must when your idols have become your rivals.

We came along way from scraped knees and snotty noses, no longer is life a gamble only strategic risks put in all my chips we got 20/20 clear vision.

Trained to survive wake up y’all a tactician makes decisions never a regret no reminiscing, you gotta clean the floor before you own the business from the looks of it now we don’t shine shoes anymore.

The flower that grew from concrete between the cracks it wasn’t pretty the chosen one everyone wants to defeat, never would I engage to mature I like my troubles neat with a wedge of lime was it just fate or in my spiritual fabric design?