I’VE HELD BACK

Holla at me and say it loudly. I do what I do, and I do it proudly. Had a few already tryna lowball me. Had me thinking, is it worth it? Is it in vain? Will each others love be the same? Or will it just be lust that bloomed into a window pain? Hard to tell, when I’m flooded with the feeling that clouded my vision. which crank the ignition, to this simple and humble petition. Asking forgiveness, not permission. not afraid of collision. ‘Cause through that intermission, my position won’t be shaken up by contradictions. misled a couple times, by poorly made decisions. But I am as always, blindly and kindly trusting my intuition. Many times, I’ve held back. But the real knows to handle well the facts. Without loosing track, of the devotion in motion at that. Coming up, I’m not letting up. blowing up like you thought I give a fuck. The perspective on this perception can’t be mess with. You can try, but you can’t assess it. So, there’s really not a reason for me to talk about what I’m left with. I’m just being honest, but only you know your truth. Brothers out here wilding, is the proof. That they’ve turn the street, into a piece of their roof. yeah is crazy but it’s true. Interactions full of passion, in a strategy fashion. Highly wired, to acquire what’s required. to get the cash on. I might even throw in some wisdom, for no apparent reason. already grinding and climbing on the look out for a come up on any season.