Don't Bring Negative To My Door.

I Live In An Atmosphere Of Music.

Hold Those Things That Tell Your History And Protect Them.

I Keep Hitting The Escape Button But I Am Still Here!

Don't Bring Negative To My Door.

Black People Comprehend The South. We Understand Its Weight. It Has Rested On Our Backs... I Knew That My Heart Would Break If Ever I Put My Foot Down On That Soil, Moist, Still, With Old Hurts. I Had To Face The Fear/loathing At Its Source Or It Would Consume Me Whole.