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Troy'ce is an artist a skater and Bronx, NY native who came a long ways through his career only to be a loving father and a always on the move type of person who has passion

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KALI UCHIS | AFTER THE STORM

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You’re love is like an echo

Haven’t heard it in a while

Crips nights balcony we

Stare at the stars while

We glacé at the moonlight

The scene is better in Harlem

But views are brighter in

The Bronx you gave me your

Love I fumble all at once

Now you’re a single soul

Trying to reach what we

Wanna achieve yet I yearned

For the love you provide me

Best friend are we even more

Is this a feeling or is there

Much in store for us we played

With the idea while we both soul

Search our hearts I’ll suffocate

When we apart I’ll stop maybe

I shouldn’t start when you say

You love me I feel away but to

see you with you know who I’ll

Forgive those before me I’ll guess

We’ll see they say there’s more

In the ocean while cross over the sea

I rather take you where we need 2 be

I’ll pick up and dial just to hear your

Voice and make you smile when I

Say I love you I really mean that

With no denial the bridge been cold

My feelings and love never grew old

I just warm your heart up when it seems

Ice cold the coupe and the ride still

The same I’ll rather have you with me

And change ur last name

[troycesayles]

You’re love is like an echo

Haven’t heard it in a while

Crips nights balcony we

Stare at the stars while

We glacé at the moonlight

The scene is better in Harlem

But views are brighter in

The Bronx you gave me your

Love I fumble all at once

Now you’re a single soul

Trying to reach what we

Wanna achieve yet I yearned

For the love you provide me

Best friend are we even more

Is this a feeling or is there

Much in store for us we played

With the idea while we both soul

Search our hearts I’ll suffocate

When we apart I’ll stop maybe

I shouldn’t start when you say

You love me I feel away but to

see you with you know who I’ll

Forgive those before me I’ll guess

We’ll see they say there’s more

In the ocean while cross over the sea

I rather take you where we need 2 be

I’ll pick up and dial just to hear your

Voice and make you smile when I

Say I love you I really mean that

With no denial the bridge been cold

My feelings and love never grew old

I just warm your heart up when it seems

Ice cold the coupe and the ride still

The same I’ll rather have you with me

And change ur last name

[troycesayles]

You’re love is like an echo

Haven’t heard it in a while

Crips nights balcony we

Stare at the stars while

We glacé at the moonlight

The scene is better in Harlem

But views are brighter in

The Bronx you gave me your

Love I fumble all at once

Now you’re a single soul

Trying to reach what we

Wanna achieve yet I yearned

For the love you provide me

Best friend are we even more

Is this a feeling or is there

Much in store for us we played

With the idea while we both soul

Search our hearts I’ll suffocate

When we apart I’ll stop maybe

I shouldn’t start when you say

You love me I feel away but to

see you with you know who I’ll

Forgive those before me I’ll guess

We’ll see they say there’s more

In the ocean while cross over the sea

I rather take you where we need 2 be

I’ll pick up and dial just to hear your

Voice and make you smile when I

Say I love you I really mean that

With no denial the bridge been cold

My feelings and love never grew old

I just warm your heart up when it seems

Ice cold the coupe and the ride still

The same I’ll rather have you with me

And change ur last name

[troycesayles]

You’re love is like an echo

Haven’t heard it in a while

Crips nights balcony we

Stare at the stars while

We glacé at the moonlight

The scene is better in Harlem

But views are brighter in

The Bronx you gave me your

Love I fumble all at once

Now you’re a single soul

Trying to reach what we

Wanna achieve yet I yearned

For the love you provide me

Best friend are we even more

Is this a feeling or is there

Much in store for us we played

With the idea while we both soul

Search our hearts I’ll suffocate

When we apart I’ll stop maybe

I shouldn’t start when you say

You love me I feel away but to

see you with you know who I’ll

Forgive those before me I’ll guess

We’ll see they say there’s more

In the ocean while cross over the sea

I rather take you where we need 2 be

I’ll pick up and dial just to hear your

Voice and make you smile when I

Say I love you I really mean that

With no denial the bridge been cold

My feelings and love never grew old

I just warm your heart up when it seems

Ice cold the coupe and the ride still

The same I’ll rather have you with me

And change ur last name

[troycesayles]

You’re love is like an echo

Haven’t heard it in a while

Crips nights balcony we

Stare at the stars while

We glacé at the moonlight

The scene is better in Harlem

But views are brighter in

The Bronx you gave me your

Love I fumble all at once

Now you’re a single soul

Trying to reach what we

Wanna achieve yet I yearned

For the love you provide me

Best friend are we even more

Is this a feeling or is there

Much in store for us we played

With the idea while we both soul

Search our hearts I’ll suffocate

When we apart I’ll stop maybe

I shouldn’t start when you say

You love me I feel away but to

see you with you know who I’ll

Forgive those before me I’ll guess

We’ll see they say there’s more

In the ocean while cross over the sea

I rather take you where we need 2 be

I’ll pick up and dial just to hear your

Voice and make you smile when I

Say I love you I really mean that

With no denial the bridge been cold

My feelings and love never grew old

I just warm your heart up when it seems

Ice cold the coupe and the ride still

The same I’ll rather have you with me

And change ur last name

[alooha]

[humansofnewyork]

“She was the first person to call me by my full name. Even my family called me by my nickname ‘Sephie.’ But Mrs. Hart always used my full name: ‘Sephora Woldu.’ And that’s a big deal when you’re a second grader. For the first time it got me thinking: ‘Who is Sephora Woldu?’ One afternoon she gave our entire class a writing prompt. ‘Tell about your weekend,’ or something like that. I ended up writing this long story about breaking my mother’s chair, the good chair, that she kept wrapped in plastic. Ms. Hart gave me four out of four stars. Then she laminated my story and showed it on the overhead projector. When she read it to the entire class, it was such a powerful feeling. For the first time I realized that my writing could live outside of my homework. I could create a story that was bigger than me. And after that I fell in love with it. I began to write my own little books. And Mrs. Hart always encouraged me. She would correct my grammar, and make suggestions. But always, she told me I was a good writer. At the end of the year my family moved away. I gave my new address to a few of my teachers, but Mrs. Hart is the only one who wrote. I remember how surprised I was to get her letter. She wrote to me like a peer. And she always addressed the letters with my full name. We remained pen pals over the years. It wasn’t a regular thing. Just once or twice a year. But she sent me letters all the way through high school. I have no idea how she found the time. It wasn’t like I was her favorite student or anything. But she still found time to write. And it wasn’t just me, either. She kept in touch with so many different people. It’s like I was part of some grander tradition. Last year I published my first book through a small independent press. And one of the first things I wanted to do was give a copy to Mrs. Hart, so I wrote her an email. And we agreed to meet for a walk near my old elementary school. She brought along some of the letters I’d written her over the years. When she showed them to me, I asked her: ‘Why me? Why did you keep writing to me?’ ‘I write to a lot of people,’ she said. ‘But not everyone writes back. And you’re one of the ones who writes back.”

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via weheartit

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If you looking for me........

Mid you looking for me I’ll be on the bridge where the city lights low couple of shots of the double cup have our time together moving slow these I rather be living on the night instead the love Harlem rose you bloom so bright during the city nights a couple bottles of champagne I’ll hold you tight this something when I’m off the road I’ll warm your house up so you’re not left feeling cold watching the times change got us feeling old I’ll take you by the hand leaving our foot prints in the sand I’ll be ya man 10 toes down like I got a 100 grand wait these days we living with fate the bridge is open I’ll meet you by the gate