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Dear Lord

 

Dear Lord,

Maybe it's because I always feel so alive on the inside that perhaps then Lord the reason why I'm so unafraid ta die again and again on the outside is because I know that no matter what as long as there is time there always a moment for me to shine,

Until it bursts my heart beats harder and faster,
until they pop I keep my eyes staring farther and farther
past the limits, past the limits,

Boom
I see Chance
Boom
I see Audrey
Boom
Just like Einstein once said

IMAGINATION MAKES ANYTHING POSSIBLE

The solution to the Theory of Relativity requires you that you see past the obstacles

1/2 is what you connect to the . . . in order to cross the _
Makes ¢ if change your outlook, talking $ always if you change your mind
 
Who's Saying This stays in concert with constant life shift on forward focused from within toward the invisible limitation of gifts, fatal head on collision awaits any anyone emotionally incapable of mentally viewing all the highlights 'til the ending credits list of this artful self expression, a demonstration of creative ignorance often Iam1gIn|V|e if amongst them all I as Amari am the greatest, above them all I Amari have the tools and use 'em well, as I often imagine I am myself alone in this world without swag always know I'll make it that's no brag I'm just brave enough to exercise my bravado,
I know Drake wrote Motto this my theme song as follow so Hell Yeah Fucking Right I'm always  SOLO aiming high using YOLO as the motif of positive possibility for making doughnut after doughnut, those whom do not wit my grit shall surely fail to recognize my everyday awaking pinch

As the band plays I hear an angels singing

"Will you lead the way"

Dear Lord if I'm dead before they call will you answer all of the prayers I've made for them each day?

Subject to stretches of accurate applicability under close and intense scrutiny I innocently offer my dreams in return for destination, concentration for declaration, suits & ties expectation that's No Lie in my nutshell out the proof hear and
IMAGINE if you made it all the way to the top of the mountain with no clues given nor choice never gave up when times were tight stayed loose even when you're cheeks were moist just like my father I'm a sun I guess that makes me a star forever high above the clouds I'm all about the digits on the my balance sheet checkmark I'm #1 facts and figures shit I'm a product of 2 sums

Dear Lord it should be clear to all that I am so far gone, apparent for much it seems this child has grown from past mistakes of trying to live at a certain angle to a man reborn 'til I rise or they pound me under 72 inches thick some stickin' thinking shit tossed at the wall mixing ingredients and making sense privately lobbying before pairs of teary eyes for realized printed publication risk of sticks and stones oft tossed & aimed at my head and reputation I repeatedly realize that no hurt me to could no other inflict that's a benchmark for no broke bones have yet to or could ever crush my spirit I'm still momma's angel full of thought with nothing to lose Who's Sayin' This put it all on the table get everything at once cheers up as you do, let go and take it while leaving nothing left undone anything to show show 'em there's nothing left to hide or run from -pause-

Dear Lord,
Maybe I'm just too crazy for this world Lord perhaps that's the reason why my doors stay unchained and unlocked as I take off running a marathon through a maze in search of amazing ways to get others to recognize that above all else there is hope and hope never provides relies on reason, thus never with hope could fear be accepted as the excuse for failure to attempt, rather hope provides a solution by way of the individual imagination, example of how such works is to close ones eyes and visualize without limitation, without a doubt I am living proof of pushing through

LIVE| YOUR LIFE
FOLLOW| YOUR HEART
BELIEVE| YOUR MIND
TRUST| YOUR DREAMS

Who's Saying This

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