Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.

Should I just stop trying and give up? But then, that's exactly what they're waiting for me to do.

Sailing heart-ships through broken harbors out on the waves of the night, still the searcher must ride the dark horse racing alone in his fright.

All I'm trying to do is survive and make good out of the dirty, nasty, unbelievable lifestyle that they gave me.

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle. I make mistakes but learn from every one. And when it's said and done, I bet this brother be a better one. If I upset you don't stress; never forget, that God isn't finished with me yet.

The seed must grow regardless of the fact that it's planted in stone.