as i am in a relentless place right now.
what are the point of dreams if you cant make them true.
no really, think about that. and the fact that there is a purpose for their existence.
then the question transitions, and it becomes not about whether or not dreams are real.
or can they come true,
...but are you the type of person that can make them happen?
why would you want to be anything less.
therefor dreams, you are not some distant wish, or unrealistic fantasy,
you are full of substance and content.
you have been tailored made to include my experiences,
and foresee my new position.
a vision, illustrating the future.
of what is to come.
&& dreams you are mine.
i feed and nurture you,
bring you out to play daily.
i treasure you, keep you close,
while letting you live.
i trust in you,
because you know, your existence depends on my progress.
together we are a duo. the divine replication of mobb deep, of the clipse, kurupt & daz, suga & quik. short & 40, of outkast and UGK.
im bun, your the pimp. everlasting. :)
i chose to write you today,
to inform you of your significance.
your realness.
for the doubt of the devil is being defeated constantly.
i see the power in your hope.
{there's no room for maybe in always. having hope is not foolish for love always perseveres.}
i want to thank you for being alive.
for being so visible.
and completely attainable.
you are generous.
this is good. because i got some homies.
you let me include them.
since you are alive, you grow.
dreams, you have been growing since i could comprehend.
keep it up thuggin! :)
