Nope, not plastic, superficial
feet planted firmly on the ground
a realist that calls it as it is
If I lie to myself I can't make sound judgements
that ain't cool
mean what you say, say what you mean
I was not raised to harbour fear.
call yourself a man then be a man
mothers and wives ain't made for nursing
after a certain age
get out there, go cut mustard, she told me
and never come crying to me
cause I ain't going to hang around forever
wiping your tears
Remember who you are and what you are
it ain't a bed of roses, fight if you have to
don't trouble trouble or else trouble will
trouble you.
but know there are ******* out there
and if need be fight till you drop
I did not raise a fool in this house of mine.
Remembrance and memories I devour them eagerly
good ones are treasured and cherished
wrapped away carefully and visited whenever
Bad one are equally eaten up, extract lessons
and **** the rest out, never respect negativity
never give it a hold in your cultivated persona
See nonsense for nonsense, **** is waste
we don't recycle **** , we set good examples
in dignity is our expectations let others shame
all is worthless without honour or dignity
by their words you will know them
they will cower and in fear they will fight your light
You will be upheld in grace, you are truth in spirit
You know who you are
and if you die, you will die in grace
cultivation, solid, real, wisdom, knowledge truth.
