The A train from brooklyn

This train sheds hope to...but its running local...I try to be vocal....but that shit usually hurt you.
Desert you...it don't deserve you...it can never deserve you

Rocking off the base of the slow down...this train won't slow down this train is so now....this game is so now...the drain of the words I am saying are so.... how....so go on how?

You know how
Bro brow....singing no
how did this lead me to know how.....

Listening....

The drum of the bum and the song of that one mixing this is mixing
this is loves
on a train and im bout to be remiscing....

reflections of a tattoo

I used to have the blues
life is letting me be aright
see alright
tear off this cardigan to ride in the wind and be alright

i see my life...its a fickle life in a fickle strife
to be there twice when you indeed one life
proactive none reactive
individually
resist in action

I'm wired
transpired
hoping to glance higher
to plan higher

to reach the debt of my love and be equal cause...cuz....yes it does......cuz..its still because cuz.....
such a good kisser
but are we all lost stars...

i think we are

I need love

Loyalty
Trust
Infatuation

I aint hating but the value of who you are speaks bars
Never be scared of who you are
Never let the volume be so hard
Never let anyone tell you who you are

I seek a love so deep that it would envelope in me and get together in me just so I can get together with me

Waiting on something to behold in
Something golden
I wrap myself to uphold him
But right now I need more than jesus
More relieving
More believing that someone out there will Chan my believing
I guess im grieving for a love lost, never been sought, never experiencing the thought...kind of love

So I wait for it
Pray for it
Spend a day being awake for it...
Guess I need to go to sleep

Falling forward

I'm confused
I feel used
I keep on falling and pain ensues

Pains in you
Pains not in you
Pain is the same it embodies truth

Tripping over current events
My current sense
leads me to
Hesitance

No one to pick me back up
Everyone to pick me back up

My testimony lives a life of its own
I fall skinning my knees
Hoping he sees that I am falling forward

My mistakes led to guilt, anger and resentment

This is what my kid self sent from past to my future

I will last
But I need to get pass
The object of it being not my fault
Not at fault
The savior is Abbas and I praise for fault

No matter the experience or the given or the living my father shows me new beginnings when endings are ending because even when I fall....its forward

Im a voyeur
Im living forward
Because it was already written
Sins forgiven never think you dont deserve what you were given

Christ has a design for our life so listen

As I fall forward I result more...let anger just coast more and let no one have the power to make me resort more...

To the old one, this old bum has beanie in the background talking  shit and more hun..its a war son

No need for a gun but I think I been shot by the truth
Shot through the roof
Shot by what's true and then I trip
but im falling forward
so no need to relapse in the  sweet sap of your fake relations

The devil been hating
I just didnt think you would friend him and amend him
Leave your soul exposed to get up in him

It doesnt matter
Im falling forward
My sins always have been forgiven
Its the life I live In
Its just the beginning

Mark my words its just the beginning...

Im still falling forward

You deserve more

Violated
Our millennial feel violated
That round causes sounds that's annihilating
No value saving
Cuz if you get down
putting them down
their minds go to annihilation

No thoughts of future
Been told they aint never gonna be shit
Never have supreme wit
Product of environment
They acknowledge in illegal enterprising shit

There is no one to teach them a way
Reach them today
Living in a cycle of misery
That's where they stay

No future reference
Its the now they protecting
Not wetting the police presence or the snap cherish of a benefit card
Its  been, still, remains living this hard

Raised in fams that don't do nothing but hustle the streets
So why can they think they can beat the same cycles to become free
Embody all the me and build potential on it

I could of saved for college but these waves and tru religions are not my religion and its what I was taught so thats now my religion

Blasphemy

Until we decide to show the truth without discouragement
The truth of encouragement
We will all be stuck on discouragement

Resentment of a time past causing pain
but it cant hurt you if you let it go

Let the world know

We are strong and though our kids are now growing up wrong
Because kids became mothers and there daughters became mothers and we choose to shower them with everything you didnt have

Creation of trash because they dont know what to work for, to be a work hor to fucking deserve more than a fendi bag and a bad attitude...oops I meant michael kors and a bad attitude....you have to want to grow and discern more...

No great mood comes
The devil has won but surely the devil has not won
Youth listen, your paths lay unwritten. ..write something great

If you used your street sense in defense

You would become a pretense of a force to be reckon with
I reckon with tools you can become the builder of your own dreams
To realize what in life is of importance...why doing shit one way makes more sense

I pour this essence of my thoughts and the internal war being fought....to teach what naught be a broken thinking that these youth caught to become debilitating diseases

Yall need jesus but religion is banned in schools...

Fleek

Fleek

But now im back
My mind Intact to clear the assumptions of distant
You know my name
But you dont

I am Davinna
nice to see her
Observations everyday

Beanie is rowdy
Shit be getting cloudy
But I say what I mean and mean what I say

Jesibel is different
I hide her in all inferences
cuz that bitch be wilding
Profiling
Acting like she was the one who worked hard to maintain

No matter the face....I still embrace the call I have been given

I while out, I be on fleek
But i keep the book smart buried in the deep
Conscious of the the streets
I cannot weep for the reap I sow

And in tow...I am ensure of the baggage known to me...
Bestowed to me
Took so long to clear the bullshit
Now I can see......

Reflection is a hell of a drug too...get right on getting right people!!!

Amerrkkka......home of the.............

I try to Garner the strength
but I can't breathe
Justice blinded by the light of the media

What to believe is not what to believe....
See the evil, see no evil

Mr. Crow is jimmying the memories of years long passed?
Not so long passed
Memories seeming short in the long term
But this drink from my fountain of knowledge is not just for coloreds

Underlying resentment
playing off insecurities
Our children need more structure
Not incapacitated inequities
Bound by bondage
Invisibly trapping the mind

White sheets, black creeps, yellow seeps, brown sleeps
What color do we have to be to wake up
Pull the stakes up
Make sure that we stay up
because we all have fallen asleep

Amerrrka is America
But its gone North
or south because we will not be silent anymore
 It may not be at your door but its in your face
Our history can't be replaced
It cannot be erased or forgotten

Water hosed, anger posed, semi focused angry hoes
Water flows so does blood
but my hands are up
so dont shoot

When did a measure of a life's worth become arguable
Off of mistakes that can be made both small and astronomical
Why isnt the argument about how to remedy situations
So while everyone argues and turns on each other
i'll just continue to sit here

Waiting...........