Motivation
It's a mind motivation
The demonstration to be patient
good things come in time they say
You gotta push yourself and pray
tiered of being patient
its time to demostrate my fate
no longer taking the bait of a foolish man
putting the pen to the paper
its the tool in my hand
finding motivation from somewhere deep with in
finding my spot
where do i fit in
trying to feel like a man when really I'm feeling like a bitch
not mking the right moves
falling and feeling like a fool
where is my mind
where is the time
how do i find where my mind is supposed to be
finding my motivation is how i am supposed to be
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Michael Anthony Mccale
My life of sin with no pen here we go lets live it again. what i hate is the hate with in this mind of mine for the ones that I love. Always have been shone a how to be racist at the same time looked with the same eye saying the same thing directed my direction from the ones they say they love,,me. but show the same hate to people and they show the same to me, That's BLASPHEMY so i directed my hate to demonstrate the fate of there mistake of teaching me this hate. I fought back with gods help falling in love,,,, my Black,,,,wife in time to find a hate with in side she did not like.
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