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

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

We wouldn't ask why a rose that grew from the concrete for having damaged petals; in turn, we would all celebrate its tenacity, we would all love its will to reach the sun. Well, we are the roses, this is the concrete and these are my damaged petals. Don't ask me why, thank God, and ask me how.

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.

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.

Life is rough so you gotta be tough.