These words are beauty with thoughts behind them, Beyoncé, Ellen, Serena Williams. They are the embodiment of heart, like the ‘hawks Griffin, handling stardom without a hand. These words are given out generously, like the’ hawks Russell Wilson spending time at the children’s hospital.
This is a dear John letter. Like the singer. A king trying to become a legend, through putting in the legwork. The only way to make your crown legitimate. While they are playing checkers, yelling – I’m whispering checkmate. Playing past the referees whistle because I have too much hustle to stop playing just because of what you’re saying.
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