Old habits die hard.

You need to see this.

There is a love out there for everybody.

For a friend’s murdered cousin.

A gangster has a short life span.

Seeing something you want and must have from afar, and doing what must be done to capture it.

One of the many Lyrics I have writen and used for my projects.

Merely exhausted… who ever knew seeking friendship, trust, and acceptance could be so hard?

A poem I wrote for a best friend that died.

“As Katt Drew her Breath in and dived She wonderd If she will live to see Tommorrow or her Beautiful Daughters Face”.