Saturday, September 26, 2015

Gang related

Gang related
So what I became, lived and give as a connoisseur of blue, it has held, upheld and holds my truth.

Helps me speak to our youth and reside in the mistakes i made so there mistakes are more tame...requiring there lives to lead to more change

This is the game....revoking fame as all i want is to save the youth, show and prove even when you fucked up in life you can still be that one that showed and proved.

Nothing dictates or narrates the person you become....
I know I have won

I have never been dumb or dumbed out
Reckless sometimes with my mouth
But that's neither here or there
Experiences lead you here and there

Use your street smarts to formulate plans
develop book knowledge
We can't all go to college but its no reason to go back to the plantation where no one can be pronounced or pronounce there feelings with words. It perturbs me to see the potential slide down with that everlasting shot of henny, that zip of give me or hanging on some shots of envy

Write your story....we all have one

See your future homie...so you can have one

-Davinna

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Regardless of life

They say each one teach one
ILearn to deduce and keep on
What to reach for
What to breathe for

Yet my familiarity with breathing is becoming constricted
These issues need evicting
And there is heavy resistance

Growing older, same shit diffrent toilet
It's abhorrent
Why cant everyone just learn and be up on it

Mental barriers
Eliciting seclusion from self
I'm scared

I have beared that poison fruit from the tree of knowledge
I am not as soild
as others may think I am

Through this war these battle shoes
Have had the blues
So much that all this time
I zigged and zagged and it has pursued

Wrinkling my confidence
Belittling and latching on to my rockiness
Not allowing a sliver of confidence
To push me where it can be certain
Nothing is certain
I remain hiding behind this curtain

How can that be when I'm still learning
Discerning
How to reach up from this
How to recover from this
Why I have to keep learning like this

I pray to my abba
I despise that word otherwise known for papa
It brings me problems and i5m trying to be proper

My anger is building as i type
Some shit just aint right

Then I remember this kind of life
It seems I can never repel from this type of life
I can never give in to this type of life

I will continue on my path
Regardless of life....