Showing posts with label The Rose that grew from concrete. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Rose that grew from concrete. Show all posts

Saturday, September 6, 2008

i cry, by tupac

Sometimes when I'm alone I Cry, Cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life but take no form I Cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confiding, I would cry among my treasured friend, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on. The world moves fast and it would rather pass by. Then to stop and see what makes one cry, so painful and sad. And sometimes... I Cry and no one cares about why.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Ambition over Adversity, by tupac

Take ones adversity Learn from their misfortune Learn from their pain Believe in something Believe in yourself Turn adversity into ambition Now blossom into wealth