>And I'm balanced like tight roping on cables,
>My cadence supports my status, whether signed to a label,
>Or spitting wisdom to the streets, my purpose far from worthless,
>Since my days in the cradle, ingesting air through my nasal,
>It was known that once grown I would conquer the globe,
>As I unfold from this state of origami,
>My story is told,
>The prophecy grows in forms never sloppy,
>In the eye of the storm,

Thas' totally wicked right ^there^ -- :D

But keep going with this thread -- You ain't finished yet!


~Keep Writing~ -- Folks will respond under each individual thread -- (Prolly over the weekend / and thru~out the month of May)


Don't Stop / Just Drop


And once again -- Congrats! -- *thumbs up*