Wipe the yoke that the mistakes of yesterday threw at your face and make breakfast. RISE AND SHINE, you’re a god created by the Most High. Recognize the power of your light, let others try and handle the glare. It don’t take a whole day to see the sun, so motherfuckers got 24 hours to peep today’s greatest. If not, leave they ass in the dark to worship your reflection beaming off a dim moon.
A: Poetic Thought By: Wayne C.