whatipreach

I was here in the millions of thoughts I carry in a moment,
Thinking who's the cuddliest.
All I wanted to do was to write him.

Write him a song, a poem, a letter,
Anything to tell him how I feel about it all.

First, I need to apologize to a lot of people.
For I cursed, I sworn, I've been angry and mad.

At times at people that did not deserve my behavior,
and at others straight to those who maybe should have heard more from how angry
certain acts and behaviors make me.

What I see though, is that we are all born carrying a lot from those that came before us,
and mostly we are all of the people that come to our lives.

I'm really excited for much of what I came to learn in the last 5 years of my life. 
Much more excited for what lies ahead, given all the alignment of the stars.

I feel like 1:11 PM -
Heard on the radio, that was one hell of a Kala.
Or what was it, a true Lion act of love?
Something about one man that is THE ONE.

I think that we like the way we are writing our stories.
Glad to be a part of it, am leaving the abyss I've been sinking myself in,
To sparkle light wherever I go.

My intensity is high, so if you're down, lmk.

Let us pray, and hope that we learn from our actions.
That we hear our friends better, and take the words of each other as serious as they are meant.

I'm not a lioness, one.
I'm a woman, and like everything in this world my clock is ticking.

Before my clock gets to the last moment where my mind will be able to answer back anything I should leave behind, we've got to make sure we can share with the world our knowledge.
For its importance is needless to speak of.

The price of our work is beyond priceless, and our legacy is not just all over New England, our voice has spread across the globe.

I don't know if its the Blue Nikes I found in East Boston, or the hours of screaming at the police station, or the fact I had to flip-ff at the cop because I managed to break my right-hand middle finger (and nail), I'll save the story for later.

For now noticias da A-1:
(and I don't mean Boston's police branch by that):

The way information travels though. 
Was it the song I release in the Summer of 2019 (Say A)? So, back in the day, I started with certain ticks as a joke. It felt funny telling my stepmother Uhum. Why?

Some idea I had, that was something about Ahh ummm.
My younger sister must have been around. We played as children.
And sometimes they may have played with me.

They were evil.
Very evil.
His laughter was scary.
But I was a kid that mingled with all sorts of people.

What is this? A psychopath?
What does that really mean?
And I probably would go into the basement by myself,
And make him feel as if he should be scared of me.

I don't know why I don't feel scared.
I reason with him.

Maria, his wife, teaches me to clean.
And I ask Maria in one of the days that we mingle,
Maria, what is that smell?
She shows me his office.

But mostly, she teaches me without realizing all that she passes in a sentence.
More than a thought,
she speaks of the way memory works,
The way the humans tick,
she's a doctor,
and I didn't know.

She explores with the ways the mind and the body work.
She wants to know.
She passes her thoughts on to us, her own and borrowed children.

Or was it the other way around?
Did he father me or did he find me to be something worth keeping around?
And by that I ask, and wonder about the man that I was as a child introduced as 'father'.

Reasoned with him so much, and played witfully so well,
That he figure he introduce me to his friends,
As I grew up, we talked about continuous interests,
And he demonstrated knowledge in technical aspects of electronics.
Or was it the other way around?

So, one,
from whatever I lived - and man, I feel like I've met a lot of people here a long time ago, if not in this life, on a previous one.

That like, I came all the way from nowhere, chasing these thoughts
that may seem so simple to us, but truly means a lot to the world.

And then boom:
AA, or badda, ya knowwww one and only, ahuimme,
chasing thoughts similar to ours,
but like, wtf was the burst of needing to punch down this bitch?
anyway - lets keep our perverseness for where is appropriate.
like showing it off like that, and like, come on man, realistically speaking, dang. #brasiliana

#im your dawg patria amada >)
that's what my pa would want from me anyway.


anyway,

Or was it, that who's it that I've been saying I am?
And for how long have I been answering unaware of everything that had been going on?

Not to mention, how did I manage to get people to acknowledge that is my name?
I think, I met a bunch of people as a kid.


Then turned out I said it to someone that managed to be working in something so similar to what I had been chasing in life - what had brought me to you.
It is like we were all meant to be together.

he said to me, we don't know.
we don't know.
we know what we know.
and this is a lot of what we know.
and imma tell you is a lot.

What is it that exactly set me off? 
To get from my unawareness to consciousness, besides my own self slowing down, and thinking of the speed of my thoughts, and thinking if there had been reception of my different actions.

Had someone knowledged certain words, could they see what I was drawing, could I keep an idea with me, and not share it with anybody else, not the way I want it, so it is all mine?
How selfish of me.

I don't know why.
She had the opportunity to travel early, because his moment was like such.
I stayed back with my grandparents and mother.

We talked about the world, and cities, and about waves.
About all these things that we could perceive there in the middle of nowhere.

Well, it sounded crazy but we've been vibing together for a while.

. Let alone the story that ended up in those courts of One girl subletting this room in Eastie, and screaming her lungs, with folks on a daily, from all over the world, with a couple of guitars whining in the back.

Either way, just another thought:

Roar baby roar.

Let us not:

Get carried on the ideas that others may have preached or acted upon,
Swallow ourselves in pride, fame, luxury, jealousy, vanity and other emotions,
that can  at times make us blind for the truth of it all,

No matter how twisted any being is out there, we all want and need the same things,
Things that we are capable of projecting in order to offer comfort, peace and happiness to all.

Not just now, not just tomorrow but for the many years we yet have to come.

Let us think of what has happened not for the pathetic acts that we have suffered,
or the words that will daily remove our peace.
Our honor is visible, everywhere we go, from outer space and back again to the heart of it all.

I'm so glad even though we are just a virtual relationship,
We are the coolest.
I'm glad you are part of my family.

We truly have a lot to give to the world.
However crooked is the path we've taken,
We'll make it better.