“I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answer'd: 'I Myself am Heav'n and Hell” ― Omar Khayyam
Oh what timing you have You brightened up my day With just a regular chat What's better in fact I actually feel much better, at that Music's conversation With the ones who adapt We click together, in some ways Like a Lego We had to let go, Told our own selves, let's grow And if it's meant to be It will be like bumble And rise like a phoenix out the ash and the rubble We can see our troubles And revisit them later Bad press is good press still But I don't need a hater I don't need no favors And I don't need no sympathy I just need you to know who you talking to When you talk to Mii I am not your child, I am not your son I am not what you know, I am not the 1 I'm the 2-3 Cre-ating a new league Of extraordinary gentlemen That don't take it when they given s*** ...... Hands up my n**** If they disrespecting you Stand up my n**** Don't let it get to the police with hands up my n**** I don't know you but I know you got plans my n****