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

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....

Dove

The ascension to the truth is never above anyone
Sun sparkling off the water,
reflecting the light
Showering the love of the world

It is now that being here is demanding the attention of whom we are needed to become
needed to be done
for this to be won
so we can please...1?????????

The lonely dove sent to carry the message gazes down upon the flock
Taking heed to make sure the shepherd is protecting

trying to ensure that there is protection of the worlds hanging still in the air
Real in the air

Measuring the love in the chill of the air
The thrill in the air
Waiting for the message to be seen by those below

Message

The doorway

These times hold signs
I can no longer afford to ignore

He's been standing, waiting at that door....
feeling my hunger, wanting to give me more
Hoping what he has in store won't push me over the threshold

How can who I was, am and still have not become equated to his own soul
Self-doubt
of the habitually conditioned
I been told my future, why is this different?

Yet his hold won't relinquish
The voice in my head telling me

I NEED JESUS

I need to see this....
through
I coudl be through....
but all i can do is stand in the doorway fearing that he knows EVERYTHING.....

I do, did and have done
so i may sometimes lose but he is telling me the devil has not won
screaming in my head, I am not done
screaming in my head
I am his son

I gave up everything for you

"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil"

Now come child, take those last steps and I will welcome you with open arms......

For ever, ever?

It's evergreen
These ever greens, trees built through course roots
Hiding the turmoil within the color of the leaves
Blocking the eyes that seem to forever teem

Tears waiting in the corners
trying not to be seen

They told me it was a sign of weakness.....
A sign of needing, I was taught to revoke such meaning
from emotions thats feeding
My head and my heart
I still lay in the dark
regressing from the light

In order for me to get right in this life
Recognize that without judgement he gave his life!!!
For me to choose, for me to abuse, the sins that repent
leading me to begin again

leading me to him again

He is relentless in his love
I am relentless in this self hate,
so i escape medicating
this faith exist because I cant look at him in the eyes and reveal my wrongs...to him or myself

He Beckons......

He beckons
Yet my fear keeps me at bay
The past truths
of my past youth
hauntingly turning me away

The fear grows
Shuttling me further from the truth
There is glory in being humble too

Humble who
How can I seek his glory when I reek of that cloying fruit?

SIN

Condemnation, repenting for my mind to continue playing the things that I've done, will do or lack thereof

A child of Abba because I'm so scared to call him father because of what mine has done

How can I be his daughter with what I have done?
How I have shunned?

No matter how far I have come...
I still sit at the starting line....waiting

Young lives

This young life is here to save these young lives
The battle raging within ends when I can talk to these youth within these young lives

Round about the cycle grows
His glory shown because he is in the know

These young lives
These young lives
Elohim put me here to reposition these young lives
To cause an effect in these young lives
To give meaning to these young lives
and
I thrive and an renewed in these breaching acrobatics
I can't lose the traction or feel im overreacting to save these young lives

So I keep renewing the bitter hurt of time long past so that he can continue to lead me
I am his receiver

Pick up the phone!

Who's calling?

Jesus
........so you can continue to speak for these YOUNG LIVES.