Thoughts At 7:26 AM Sunrise is damn near fuchsia. Those honey lemon coughdrops are my half-awake signal that God has granted you more time with me. White hoodies are the epitome of an empath: they pick up everything along the way. A three way with D'Angelo's straight black coffee lyrics, sizzlin' bacon of a baseline, and my still ears is the perfect way to start the morning. Atlanta is the little apple. Like MJ, I'd love to take a bite. People are aware of my semi truck presence. They have no choice but to acknowledge me. Manifestation is birthed from poppin yo shit severely especially when no one's around to smell it. The good shit. The top shelf shit. Rap on brother rap on. I have spent 23 years translating myself instead of making newcomers learn the language that is me. Here you are: multilingual, fluent in my mannerisms, thoughts, emotions, and desires. Thank God for the band in my chest, keeping rhythm, keeping the audience sangin, dancin, kissin hooch, and falling in love before death raids this backwoods juke joint. #DictionKanari #Unstoppable #BlkGyalMjk #MagicalManifestinWoman #Covered #PLP #PowerlinesPoetry #TribesNVibes #Rhovember https://www.instagram.com/p/CHIS_rKgCaW/?igshid=1rmatme9nam6z