I think, therefore I am, who do i think i am? am I that nigga or that gangster that walks with a limp or maybe the question should be, what should I be. I cannot just be me.,African American, black or gangster these are the questions that the brain torture the heart which deplete the soul which in turn leads to death. I have realized i am the author of my own confusion.I am perfect yet i am not.So this must mean i do have a choice to free my mind, love wisely to protect my soul.I am a man in full control of my dimension.But understanding and accepting what i cannot,and the reality's of life.I am free! therefore, I am at peace.
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