“Whenever you see or hear from me...
You might think or ponder.
I have it all together.
I act so damn civilized.
That when ever single thing around goes wrong...
I remain calm and seem surprised.
I do my duty.
I pay my fortune in dues.
Still I got those Real Folks blues!”

•

”But all you see is what's on the surface...
But NEVER what is lying perfectly underneath.
You see...
I do not at all have truly nothing together.
My entire life on a whole is in shambles.
Every single thing about me is in pure disarray.
From the top of my head...
Down to the very soles of my very feet.”

•

“Although everything around me seems to be falling apart...
The Almighty Creator is picking up all the scattered and broken pieces.
Behind the scenes away from the wanton cruel and prying eyes.
This is why I am stirred but NOT shaken.
I have been this way for quite a very long time.
And unless divine intervention kicks in...
I will move on forward with this endeavor...
And I have planned by either nook or crook to both live or die with it.”

•

“So in conclusion...
Whether you either love or hate me in general...
Or for either for the serious or silly things I say or do...
Know this:
I am purpose made.
I am professional grade.
I am purposely given.
I am spiritually driven.
I am NOT in anyway perfect.
But I am indeed time well spent.
This alone may be deemed immortal or perhaps or a sin.
But NOT necessarily according to the skin I'm in.”

•

“What matters not is who I am or what I am...
But becomes of me here and now that is moreover important.
I can make a report about me with plenty of light or dark...
And can still can still be replaced within a New York minute by anyone's bright spark.
Darkness can make me fumble for a key...
To any door that's completely wide open.”



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