keith Haring



They say people in your life are seasons,And anything that happen is for a reason,And niggas guns a clappin and keep to squeezin’,And Gran keep prayin’ and keep believin’,And Jesus and one day that ya see him,Till they walk in his footsteps and try to be him,The devil is alive I feel him breathin’,Claimin’ money is the key so keep on dreamin’,And put them lottery tickets just to tease us,My aunt Pam can’t put those cigarettes down,Now my lil’ cousin smokin those cigarettes now,His job trying to claim that he too niggerish now,Is it cuz his skin blacker than licorice now?I can’t figure it outI’m stickin around.

Every production of an artist should be the expression of an adventure of his soul.

— W. Somerset Maugham (via observando)

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