White sands.

My last girl left me— broken, lost. I don’t even blame her. Now they blame me, say I’m ice cold, thick-skinned. Please, baby, I’m only trying to keep warm.

If it was up to me, cousin and I would look like Keem and Kenny, Jay-Z and Beyoncé— legendary, untouchable, a story people remember. Excellence is the motto. I burn bright.

If it was up to me, I’d rise higher than the sun, dwarf the stars, outshine heaven itself. God got nothing on me— holy of holies.

Still, I ain’t complaining. Been practicing gratitude. In this Las Vegas life, playing the cards I was dealt, I chase light, chase truth. I attract love. I attract wisdom. I know my worth.