Water can "altar" your dna, see the way it feels, hydrate, why wait? From the spring, the source, it courses through these veins, a discourse which pours, of course you're the cup. Fill 'er up. Sicker than your average, iller, the illest, the feeling to heal is realist, realizing there's cure, positively, endured the sores, the boils, the hoarse voice, both eyelids shut, crust, blood clots thicker than wads, stretching, in globs, this not just story, there's more to testimony, this knowing. Been there, still here, in fear, found an out, let it be, outlets and on everything, I see, where you're coming from, been drumming them, hunger, rubbing lungs, this no new edition, sipping Fiji and Poland Spring is rolling with the punches. Only bottles on deck, humbling, when bottom of your spine is tugging, and nothing is matching, in fashion, a lifestyle is catching these lemons and creating your favorite drink. Thinking a couple steps ahead, in time, the climb, alkaline, now it's lime in the glass, half full, looking back, that pull is designed. Desire. Feed the fire so you grow. H20. Never too late. This our schedule... Stepping stone. - afroknotical ©2019
