Your child sits plays easy..close a cat purrs..did you know your child has dreams more his own than yours?
Five years old to school, called smart, cruel called a fool, easy love, easy child..love young dreams..love is mild..
Jr. High or middle school, guess where you are from, labels are fables but they define you some..
Easy times, love sex, rock rhymes, learn some social mix..most of what is dreamed..private public sex..
Higher education, comes from those who know, rules from men and women..in the crash diet cash show..
No matter skin of color, no matter place, your dream soul and living, is one time for your face, games to make one angry, games make you laugh, any game or techy stand that aint you by half..
That thin layer player, when bars crash you in, those who do live to bust you, very few will win, do it all for yourself, do it for your soul, your heart and mind is yours, no other may control..what you think, plan or love others may think lame, one time for once only, life is not a game..
When just a baby grow up to be strong..stronger dream young, stronger you..bring your dreams along..Peace Tony