"We don’t need no truth, got plenty,
Now it grows on trees,
God, I’m glad it’s not a race, I’d lose,
There’s no saint and there’s no sinner, done more dirt than me, Another one can do more right than me,
I need to find a paradise for me…”

"We don’t need no truth, got plenty,
Now it grows on trees,
God, I’m glad it’s not a race, I’d lose,
There’s no saint and there’s no sinner, done more dirt than me, Another one can do more right than me,
I need to find a paradise for me…”

She said she could never bare to be in the world today,
It’s a shame ‘cause the rain doesn’t like her face,
So she whispers in my ear to remind me that she cares,
It’s that she is so afraid of melting in the rain…

Blk Sonshine (1998)

do not
put
your hand
in the mouth of loneliness.
it’s teeth are soft
but it will scar you for life.

Nayyirah Waheed, do not be seduced by the lonely ones
(via cactuslungs)