The further society drifts from the truth the more it will hate those of us that speak it
You should never raise a hand at your child cause it leave your family jewels unprotected.
Last night you slept under a blanket of freedom stitched together by death service and lives of our soldiers
Don’t yell at me. Talk to me. Don’t criticize me. Praise me. Don’t hit me, Hug me. Don’t push me away, pull me towards you. The wants of a child.
| Call me Butter, cause I’m on a roll. |