Toxic waste runs through my viens…
I’m never going to be your donor for the things you dream…
My bank account is my commitment…
I can’t afford any other distractions…
But I will pay attention to your problems…
A penny for my thoughts is priceless…
Spending time definitely cost…
Free time is myth in my lifestyle…
I’m out of stock…
I will never be back on the market…
I’m spoken for by spoken word…
I’ll make sure our conversations become a compass so you are never misled…
I can’t be anything more to you than a GPS…
I will always give you direction on where your soulmate may possibly be if you ask me…
I’m not planting nor raising my own seed…
I barely acknowledge the branches on my own family tree…
Marriage has never been a mission of mine…
Becoming a parent will never be a part of my plan…
I already ignore problems in society for my sanity…
I’m not about to purposely take on someone else’s energy for eternity…
I’m not about to take on extra stress and ruin my youth…
I rather be hated by many but stress free by living my truth…
We’re all different from one another…
When someone’s explains their red flags to you listen to them…
And don’t become upset if you fail to change the color…
-Ricky “Randum” Maeweather
Ricky Maeweather 