Your scent is sent from heaven, your power infinite. From your breast into my mouth, milk you fed me. Mother You Are Truly Impeccably Imperfect.

You can make the center of the earth to be wherever you please, Thus know that you can always come first in all decisions let alone life goals.

You need keep on your hustle, Until you get/see muscle, Then only can you pull through the rubble, and you'll no doubt succeed.

A new day blooms, you are phenomenal and trust me no being can surmount to your superior intellectual self. Go on and Believe in yourself you are the last of your kind.

The only time I get to relax in life is when I wake up, other than that, life for me is about, hustling. Period

Like the Sun behind the clouds, I shall come out, Partially out shinning a room filled with envy/jealousy.

When You Wake Up Do Pray, For You Are Still Alive.