ok let me explain this ,
i died back on july 30 1986
and got my fortune a few months later.
this may not make any sense to you but you need to take this to heart,
i came over on a plane, and was picked up by a white woman
her heart was larger than mine could ever be
when my grandmother died , i was out getting ice cream,
my mother held my hand, and told me not to cry
years went by and i grew jus a lil older
, i had nanny's and a mother who would hand me...
the lessons ,

now
that makes you think, but what about....
that look she gave me from across the room,
but i never made the approach,
i stood next to a blank canvas and called it done and mailed a blank cd to the producer the same day,
i searched for love, but never wanted to find it,
one day i woke up and put on my sunday best, the italian belt , and armani sportcoat, the gucci shoes, and even my finest watch
i walked down the street to the local market, where i live they call it the oasis
there was a man standing , not in the crowd but outside, just 3 steps
i looked for a job and asked you lookin for a job ? and he said no i just want some change so i can eat
i walked away and rummaged through my couch
i gave a guy on the street the change from my couch ,
to go buy a package of hotdogs .
and he responded with "God Bless"
i walked away and held my head up high,
but it was all in vain because i put it down when i went to sleep.
and i never knew what my mother meant when she said grow up,
so i took it to heart and grew up before my eyes,
i taught myself wrong from write ,
and learned to keep my head on my shoulders
everything i have learned has been taken by me
by my choice not theres, but back to the story
i dated a girl for to long, i dont know how that can happen but it did
you'd have to believe me but my poetry is just the exodus of thoughts
i've been around the world , twice
half of my life has been dedicated to my art
the other half has been dedicated to myself
my best friend , in this whole world the one person that i need besides myself
lives in greenwich conneticut,
she lives in the finest house and drives a beautiful car
her school costs more than what most people make in a year

but still she knows what it means to have humanity
she showed me care and compassion

for you the reader i will say this to you,
what ever you end up doing , i hope you have good fortune ,
my path has already been pathed,
everything handed to me on a silver platter
i pushed it all away , and tore up that path , and just now i am laying the bricks
that firm foundation,


this is just a part of my story
just me , nothing else, the honesty that will come out of this
will be my signature, my history or his - story
think about it,you cant learn everything or can you?



just like this my lifes a puzzle and i am not even half way done



just try to understand this