WITH THE RECENT SUCCESS AND EPIC FAILURES OF LENDING PLATFORMS IN RECENT MONTHS...MOST NOTABLY, THE LAST SIX MONTH ESPECIALLY...OUT OF THE SMOKE COMES A SHINNING LIGHT OF HOPE AND POSSIBLE FINACIAL REDEMTION,

NEW ADDITON BABY BOSS COLLECTION IT'S IMPORTANT TO EMPOWER THE YOUNG TO BOSS UP FROM AN EARLY AGE, AFTER ALL THEY DO REPRESENT THE FUTURE. WHILE IT'S NOT NECESSARILY HOW YOU START... IS HOW YOU FINISH...IT

WHAT UP DOE STEEMIT COMMUNITY... NEW MERCH DROP THIS GAME IS COLD...BUT IT'S HELLA FAIR SO WHILE YOUR GRINDING OUT HERE WHY NOT ROCK SOME DOPE MERCH FROM A ORGANIC CLOTHING BRAND WITH THE PURPOSE ON CHANGING

BUILDERZ-LIFESTYLE BRAND MERCH: "WHEN U-REAL THEY CNT STAND HOW YOU FEEL TEE" AVAILIBLE. THIS TEE IS SIGNIFIGANT FOR THOSE HUNGRY TO EXPRESS HOW SOLID THIER PRESENCE IS...IN A WORLD WHERE FAKE

Re-evolution Take a look , see my past...watch my life turn. See the old me, light a match...now watch that man burn. I saw the flaws, saw the weakness. Saw the kinks in his armor, after all he was my

“Uncommon sense” I see…. my eyes laying on flesh while you stare down my heart as you undress. My muscles cry out as my heart beats thru my chest. No mistake will be made on my “part“… Everything you spill

"subconscious love" She refers to me as dry ice….. A cool sight to see…still too dangerous to hold close for too long. Always kept at an arms length due to her inclination to always do wrong.

I used to know him I used to know that boy…. That would never tell a lie, when you explain something to him Always quick to ask you why, and if something pained him dearly …wasn’t afraid to ever cry. I

UNDERSTAND, Passion is necessary. Drive is a requirement. A love for it will keep you grinding. Time management must be studied. Goals, are the sign post on the road to success..letting you know your moving

" Son and his father"(POEM) What’s wrong my son.. I feel like ending it all….I think I’m losing my grip I know I’m gonna fall. Where’s your faith.. I think I left it at home…I felt lighter without

Spiritual warfare(poem) Woken from my sleep this night… there’s a war on the horizon; all my exits blocked no escape from this fight. My fate engulfs me as the angels warn me. The very earth trembles as

A mad individual I sit down alone, Within myself having debates about feelings Of once was, and what’s yet to be written. As if my life was a story being wrote by a strange Unknown author. You are so nice

Str8 from tha “D", I’m so furious...check tha post. Even if I died tommarrow...id be the ghost with most. Im real…in fact the realiest even seen... beauties catch a glimsp when im out and later I

Raw uncut(poem) Long road neva ending, check that low beams... Friends fakin..chicks flakin..lifes not always as it seems... Training hard so I can chase down my life dreams... Brains blown as I sip from

If I walk up to you, and said your great, your awesome, your beautiful, your talented, your rich, your funny.... You'd smile, and hold your head high. However, if one was to diss your lack of culture,

Teach the youth about ownership... they can't beg you(the parents) for money ifyou teach them how to go get it themselves...ya dig it'll be more teenage millionaire produced in the next decade than any