People call it Valentines Day, I call it Tuesday.
Never apologize for what you feel. It’s like being sorry for being real.
Throw dirt on my name, and I still come out clean.
If a girl understands your BS, sticks with you through your mistakes, smiles even when you’ve done nothing for her, it’s obvious she’s a keeper. But it’s also obvious you don’t deserve her.
Somewhere along the way in your life, the world and its people will have a problem with you. That’s their problem. Not yours.
When I started flirting with the hustle, failure became my ex, now I’m engaged to the game and married to success.
And I know this world is so cold and deceiving but I keep my head up like my nose is bleeding.
I know my role and I play it well.
Make jokes. No stress. Love. Live Life. Proceed. Progress.
Keep your mouth closed, and let your eyes listen.
Don’t judge me. You wanna judge me, put on a black gown and get a gavel. Get in line with the rest of them that’s about to judge me. I got court dates every other month. It’s me against the world – that’s how I feel.
I am probably in the sky, flying with the fish, or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons. See, my world is different...
I want you to know, that you deserve the best. You’re beautiful.
The only thing on the mind of a shark is to eat.
I can change your life, make it so new. Make you never want to go back to the old you.
They paint me as a villain, I just autograph the artwork.
I think positively, you can’t harm me mentally, not physically, not spiritually, you’ll never get rid of me.
My life is like a movie and I do my own stunts.
I smoke until I get chest pains.
I know it’s an experience that I need to have if God’s putting me through it.