I make mistakes, I learn from everyone

Sábado, me desvelé temprano porque mi hermano y el amigo hicieron ruido, así que me puse a hacer el puzzle hasta q llegase la hora de irme. Aunque no fui esta vez al curso porque me tocó trabajar.

Al llegar super animada (ya q los compañeros con los q iba a trabajar me hacen el transito mas ameno) empecé a bailar al lado del coche esperando a q fuese la hora y hablando con Inma que llevaba una tarta de las q a mi me gustan. El dia pasaba rápido, pocos conflictos, y desayiné la tarta. Tras un buen rato Inma y Feli me regalaron un colage de los compis de la tarde. Que por cierto me encantó.
En el falta mucha gente y sobran alguna q otra persona jajaja pero me hizo mucha ilusión.

Por la noche quedé con mis amigos pa cenar y fuimos al Mova. Yo me pedí un sandwiched que me encantó. La verdad es q se estaba de lujo allí, me ha gustado el lugar.

Así el Sábado terminó bien cansado.

Una canción preciosa de la mano de un artistazo que sería un lujo q siguiera vivo.
2 pac-Ghetto Gospel

Uhh,
Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel

[Chorus - Elton John:]
Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns

[2Pac]
If I could recelect before my hood dayz
I'd sit and reminisce, nigga and bliss on the good dayz
i stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em
They tested, it was stressed that they under
In our days, things changed
Everyone's ashamed to the youth cuz the truth looks strange
And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts
cause any day they'll push the button
and yall condemned like Malcolm x and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin
Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary
but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
there's no need for you to fear me
if you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
it aint about black or white, cuz we're human
I hope we see the light before its ruined
my ghetto gospel

[Chorus - Elton John]

[2Pac]
Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad
Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Guess she's given birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan
We jump into another form of slavery
Even now I keep discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage
I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle
I make mistakes, I learn from everyone
And when its said and done
I bet this Brotha be a better one
If I'm upset, you don't stress
Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang
But am I less holy
Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace in that war on the streets
My ghetto gospel

[Chorus - Elton John]

[2Pac]
Lord can you hear me speak!!
To pay the price of being hell bound...

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