Dedicated

trust in god and all the shit that happens will fadeaway 
 She chose safety over silence. I chose legacy over love.
“I sip, I forget, I remember, I plot. Scripture in one hand, smoke in the other—blessings above, bodies below.🥶🥶🥶 hurt to the bone but still liven and still more loyal then half the motherfuckers who betrayed me, open to talk , love music Pain taught me rhythm. Betrayal gave me rhyme. Now I bleed art High school taught me math—subtract the fake, multiply the pain

Dedicated

Almighty Youngin (Yayo)