The house.
Who we are. Who we want to be. Who we want others to think we are.
Its a fine line. I walk around. I see kids. I see women dressed to the nines. shit.. Im seeing people looking at me. but i dun judge them neither do i want them to.
Just like a house. You see the nice painted walls, the roof. What you dont see is the sticks, cement, nails.. whats there to hold it together.
I dont worry about them. I dont shape who they are. Im not thinking what they want me to think because i dont know them. Only you truly know what it took you to get there because you endured every singele moment . Your morals tells you whats wrong and whats right. At the end of the day, its that will.. that vision that makes you...
you.
Who we are. Who we want to be. Who we want others to think we are.
Its a fine line. I walk around. I see kids. I see women dressed to the nines. shit.. Im seeing people looking at me. but i dun judge them neither do i want them to.
Just like a house. You see the nice painted walls, the roof. What you dont see is the sticks, cement, nails.. whats there to hold it together.
I dont worry about them. I dont shape who they are. Im not thinking what they want me to think because i dont know them. Only you truly know what it took you to get there because you endured every singele moment . Your morals tells you whats wrong and whats right. At the end of the day, its that will.. that vision that makes you...
you.