Lovely life
Lil wayne 2015/04/11 13:45
Lil wayne 2015/04/11 13:45
LIFE
life is all about stages, stages that never fades. Some complains alot about life; that it deach, some enjoy and say life is rich. Life is sweet if only u are ready to follow the feet of the vile peeps. False Free is the evil feet of some rich-but it doesn't last.
life is just like a storybook....it has so many sad pages, bored pages, also happy and exiting pages. Keep opening, oneday u will come across that delicate page and u will hunger to read futher no more.
Life some times is weird somtimes sweet...a poor man says to his son 'if only i was rich i would show u....a rich wise man says to his son if i was poor u would have known the details of life
life is all about stages, stages that never fades. Some complains alot about life; that it deach, some enjoy and say life is rich. Life is sweet if only u are ready to follow the feet of the vile peeps. False Free is the evil feet of some rich-but it doesn't last.
life is just like a storybook....it has so many sad pages, bored pages, also happy and exiting pages. Keep opening, oneday u will come across that delicate page and u will hunger to read futher no more.
Life some times is weird somtimes sweet...a poor man says to his son 'if only i was rich i would show u....a rich wise man says to his son if i was poor u would have known the details of life
Lil wayne 2015/04/11 13:46
Life, like a strange perplexed stage, i place before u... Stage of riddle and puzzle hanging higher, farer from the short that fall. And easily reached by the tall and plush. Many try to push into the stage thinkin they got sage but unfortunate to some who fall into the siege they gain nothing but fade..
Life,like a stage, flows in different dimention but a few, will i mention...the hanging garden of babilon may be far more to be measured with a barn-yard of the impecunious.
The rich handle the world and ditch the poor, the poor run around in soreness and agony while makin off.
Discrepancy is all i think, perplexity is all i feel. Why not Consider The rich, they gat no bones but leach, since they are born with some broken silver spoon fix in their soft looking mouth.
Also, consider the peniless mass of destitutes in the street, striving and trying to make a meal a single meal at least from their daily deal, consider the underbridge habitat, the homeless and hopeless who make the bridge their homebase. Consider the youngsters, substandard and trashy schools are their place of erudition. But still, it fascinates me the more, why a child of a rich lack more bone for comprehension than that of the poor, why they are poor in manner and composure...i wonder, i only wonder, who is rich and who is poor, who is strong and who is weak. Going to a farm land and sleeping all day long, which is wisdom? Who is suffering and who is blessed? I wish the kingdom for the poor will always be...For the rich i believe some are equited and reasonable.
And life in a strange stage i place before your face.
Life, like a strange perplexed stage, i place before u... Stage of riddle and puzzle hanging higher, farer from the short that fall. And easily reached by the tall and plush. Many try to push into the stage thinkin they got sage but unfortunate to some who fall into the siege they gain nothing but fade..
Life,like a stage, flows in different dimention but a few, will i mention...the hanging garden of babilon may be far more to be measured with a barn-yard of the impecunious.
The rich handle the world and ditch the poor, the poor run around in soreness and agony while makin off.
Discrepancy is all i think, perplexity is all i feel. Why not Consider The rich, they gat no bones but leach, since they are born with some broken silver spoon fix in their soft looking mouth.
Also, consider the peniless mass of destitutes in the street, striving and trying to make a meal a single meal at least from their daily deal, consider the underbridge habitat, the homeless and hopeless who make the bridge their homebase. Consider the youngsters, substandard and trashy schools are their place of erudition. But still, it fascinates me the more, why a child of a rich lack more bone for comprehension than that of the poor, why they are poor in manner and composure...i wonder, i only wonder, who is rich and who is poor, who is strong and who is weak. Going to a farm land and sleeping all day long, which is wisdom? Who is suffering and who is blessed? I wish the kingdom for the poor will always be...For the rich i believe some are equited and reasonable.
And life in a strange stage i place before your face.
Lil wayne 2015/04/11 13:49
Love is air it blows allaround us but no one can get hold it all.
Love is liquid not specific, either a poison or a cup of wine, u drink it all and want more.
love is a beat love is flows...love is like fire, its colour soo cool but its tast burning and rough.
love is wicked love is kind; it touches every heart and weakens every mind.
love is too slow love runs fast, it makes fool bummer and takes no tool to work.
love is wicked love is kind, too hash too mild the love i think in mind.
love is wrong and aswell wright. Get it wright and it will get u wrong,get it wrong and it will get u hung.
love is strong love is weak. Shout at it and it will respect u but over-care for it and it will shout back at u.
love is understanding, love is confussion. Does he love me? Does she loves me?
Love is questions and love is answers, two things that happens every time...no he doesn't, yes she do...answers that fathon no it baffles.
Simple and smart gentle and wise the life of a dove.
Love is air it blows allaround us but no one can get hold it all.
Love is liquid not specific, either a poison or a cup of wine, u drink it all and want more.
love is a beat love is flows...love is like fire, its colour soo cool but its tast burning and rough.
love is wicked love is kind; it touches every heart and weakens every mind.
love is too slow love runs fast, it makes fool bummer and takes no tool to work.
love is wicked love is kind, too hash too mild the love i think in mind.
love is wrong and aswell wright. Get it wright and it will get u wrong,get it wrong and it will get u hung.
love is strong love is weak. Shout at it and it will respect u but over-care for it and it will shout back at u.
love is understanding, love is confussion. Does he love me? Does she loves me?
Love is questions and love is answers, two things that happens every time...no he doesn't, yes she do...answers that fathon no it baffles.
Simple and smart gentle and wise the life of a dove.
Lil wayne 2015/04/11 13:52
Thou art to Hate as four (4) is to one (1), thou art to me as hate is to the devil. Though i complains always about thee and thin austere, but in my closet i think well about your retribution. reprimand me for i will give ear unto them all. Chastise me for it is health to my bones.
Love thou drowest mine heart out from my chest and casteth it into the trash that i may have it no more. thou art jealous even at thin proceedins out from mine mouth day after day but still Some times i love thee and sometimes i do detest thee. Will i ever stay away from thee? Even at mine daily duty, i showeth thin proximity.
If i take thy wings off from thee wilth thou be contented? If i taketh them forth from thee and breaketh them all into piece wilth thou be carefree? Why dut thee hat mine heart been broken? You knoweth me so well for thou possessed my reins: thou hast covered me even in mother's womb. i plea my heart, my soul even my life, a token.
Thou art to Hate as four (4) is to one (1), thou art to me as hate is to the devil. Though i complains always about thee and thin austere, but in my closet i think well about your retribution. reprimand me for i will give ear unto them all. Chastise me for it is health to my bones.
Love thou drowest mine heart out from my chest and casteth it into the trash that i may have it no more. thou art jealous even at thin proceedins out from mine mouth day after day but still Some times i love thee and sometimes i do detest thee. Will i ever stay away from thee? Even at mine daily duty, i showeth thin proximity.
If i take thy wings off from thee wilth thou be contented? If i taketh them forth from thee and breaketh them all into piece wilth thou be carefree? Why dut thee hat mine heart been broken? You knoweth me so well for thou possessed my reins: thou hast covered me even in mother's womb. i plea my heart, my soul even my life, a token.
Lil wayne 2015/04/11 13:54
There is not a word in mine mouth, for, love thou knowest them all. There is no word in mine heart to describe thee for thou art indiscribable, Thou hat set me before and behind and set thine hand upon me. Without a word thou hat let me know what u are, such knowledge is too wounderfull; it is high, that i can not attain unto it.
Love thou art strong! Even At thin weakness thou boundeth a mans heart and maketh him buoyant enough to sing a song. love art thou free? art thou straped? Why then duth thou mainly seen in cars and got no bill to atone?
Poeple cometh to thee in smiles, u taketh your time, u maketh them happy, why then dot they cry lastly. Some say ''to thee they cling'', u say to them ''u sting'', what more do we expect of thee? Cus To adore thee is all we dream for.
There is not a word in mine mouth, for, love thou knowest them all. There is no word in mine heart to describe thee for thou art indiscribable, Thou hat set me before and behind and set thine hand upon me. Without a word thou hat let me know what u are, such knowledge is too wounderfull; it is high, that i can not attain unto it.
Love thou art strong! Even At thin weakness thou boundeth a mans heart and maketh him buoyant enough to sing a song. love art thou free? art thou straped? Why then duth thou mainly seen in cars and got no bill to atone?
Poeple cometh to thee in smiles, u taketh your time, u maketh them happy, why then dot they cry lastly. Some say ''to thee they cling'', u say to them ''u sting'', what more do we expect of thee? Cus To adore thee is all we dream for.
Lil wayne 2015/04/11 13:55
Some say, thou art deaf, while some; thou art dumb, but i say thou art both. u got no begining, u got no end, u are double in every relationship, art thou twin. Even at thin sieght i bowl, cus ur glory cometh with no doubt.
My teeth has been removed and mine fingers cut very short for i can not harm thee, but why always dut thou push me? If i ascend onto heaven thou art there, if i fall back to earth behold thou art here too. If i say unto thee, let the darkness cover thee; behold even the night is light unto thee, in thy sight is no day nor night.
Love, thou shot me with joy and i bleed happiness, thou will dwell in me and i will refrain thee nomore. My peevishness is but to thee farce, but your little omen oh love i fear. I tremble at thin propinquity, but still i'm jovial to thin mutual proximity.
But Thine own heart is as week as a cridible empty tortoise shell, just as thin thought is of no choice. I sneer at ur statue, ''lost'' for it bleeds tears of blood for it is acute in weak things that giveth its nosetils no reason to breat rich notions and vast instincts.
Seeing thee in thin great fullness never had i, ignoring thee in thin paved sickliness cleaver i am. Why art thin not detectable at thin initial? For i would have put a stop to thin paved proximity.
LOVE, thin power so spledid dat thou hath niether gone cold nor hot. thin elbow, thin strenght, thin might, all, i acord. Invincible, but touching 2 all heart of men. nomatter what, always will you rain, for thou art worthy to be called God, for thou art God...love i adore. (s.a.n)
Some say, thou art deaf, while some; thou art dumb, but i say thou art both. u got no begining, u got no end, u are double in every relationship, art thou twin. Even at thin sieght i bowl, cus ur glory cometh with no doubt.
My teeth has been removed and mine fingers cut very short for i can not harm thee, but why always dut thou push me? If i ascend onto heaven thou art there, if i fall back to earth behold thou art here too. If i say unto thee, let the darkness cover thee; behold even the night is light unto thee, in thy sight is no day nor night.
Love, thou shot me with joy and i bleed happiness, thou will dwell in me and i will refrain thee nomore. My peevishness is but to thee farce, but your little omen oh love i fear. I tremble at thin propinquity, but still i'm jovial to thin mutual proximity.
But Thine own heart is as week as a cridible empty tortoise shell, just as thin thought is of no choice. I sneer at ur statue, ''lost'' for it bleeds tears of blood for it is acute in weak things that giveth its nosetils no reason to breat rich notions and vast instincts.
Seeing thee in thin great fullness never had i, ignoring thee in thin paved sickliness cleaver i am. Why art thin not detectable at thin initial? For i would have put a stop to thin paved proximity.
LOVE, thin power so spledid dat thou hath niether gone cold nor hot. thin elbow, thin strenght, thin might, all, i acord. Invincible, but touching 2 all heart of men. nomatter what, always will you rain, for thou art worthy to be called God, for thou art God...love i adore. (s.a.n)
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