As I sit here listening to this song. I feel the strength, the adrenaline rush through me.

For I know that I am a conqueror.

I have not given up.

I got handed a bag of lemons and I was able to do the sweetest creation.

For I will never give up.

Throw me a stone try to destroy me but you will fail.

For I am a conqueror. I do not give up.

While I live, I will fight, until I die.

I will make my children conquerors as well.

For they have seen the pain and the struggle of our daily lives.

A CONQUERING QUEEN that will not bow her head down to no one.

Only to God, for he has made me a conqueror.

I did not acquire this strength on my own.

I know that I have shed tears but tears of war.

I have shed tears of fear.

But my face has remained the same.


“life is like a merry go round.”

I truly agree.


And every time I have fallen on my face

I shake it off and get back up again.

I know that I will succeed.

I know that I will fight for what is right.

If you try to put your foot on my face,

careful because you could lose your balance and fall.

All because you are trying to bring me down.

But remember this you can try all you want,

But you will never succeed because…….



The lower ones 2

And I thought the Rescue Mission was bad. Welcome to Saint Vincent de Paul.

Welcome to Saint Vincent,

the community of the poor.

Where your room is full of bugs

and much much more.

The food is not so bad. It’s actually pretty decent.

But that is not the point I am trying to make.

the horrors of this place are just o so great.

For let me warn if you should enter here,

don’t expect for anyone to listen, my dear.

Because regardless of the bed bug bites, the fleas, and the mice.

You get accused of making it all that stuff up,

even when they are hanging by your eyes.

Ok well maybe thats way to much but the other two lines are true.

But beware of the tyranny of the people in charge,

The mother, the daughter, who really care less,

The mother has been here for sixteen years, a program manager

Her success is just to be admired.

Her daughter working on the floor, on her phone,

talking to residents like they are nothing,

like they are lower than low.

But no one can say anything because of the fear of being kicked out.

Because she tells her mommy and guess what?

You are the one in the wrong.

But what can we, the poor do.

For they say they were once in our shoes.

Does that give them the right to treat us like poo.

Who to go to, what to do?

Who can I talk to when the system is against you?

The horror of Saint Vincent de Paul

Is not the place at all

It’s the people who run who treat you like shit.

And want you to say nothing

with your bugs your mice and your fleas.


Today as I walked through the isles of the store,

Thinking, what can I afford with 5 dollars?

I saw a man with a suit and a coat and his tie.

He walked around on the phone mad at his assistant.

“What do I pay you for?!”

“That is why you are my assistant.!!”

When he hung up I overheard.

“Stupid Help!”

Wow I thought to myself who are you?

Why are you such a monster?

To my delight he stood infront of me at the check out line.

And opened his wallet to reveal several hundred dollar bills.

As I stood with my 2 pounds of apples for 1 dollar.

2 pounds of bananas for 1 dollar.

A small tray of eggs.

A total of 4.50.

I began to think what am I doing wrong.

I work 40 hours a day overtime when possible.

Yet by the end of my check I have 5 dollars left for groceries.

Really? I began to scroll through facebook and there in an article,

I see it, several posts of how  CEO’s pay have blossomed in the last decade.

Yet their workers are still overworked and underpayed.

Funny thing is that I don’t work at a burger joint and I’m not expecting to win more with no education.

My butt is in school still and I have an education.

Yet I end up with zero to feed my family.

So I do what I think will help me,

I go to the welfare office and beg for foodstamps,

like any other californian in my shoes.

(Southern California is hell of expensive to live in.)

Man, I love my response.

“Sorry but you make to much money to receive any help.”


My refridgarator has a half onion 2 eggs and half a gallon of milk.

And I make too much money.

I can’t afford shoes for my kids and their dead beat dad,

could care less.

But I am not playing the victim role here don’t get me wrong.

I’m a fighter and even if I have to go out and steal to feed my kids I will.

My thing is that all these politicians are just raking money to sit on their asses,

and correct me if I am wrong,

half of them are asleep or jibbering away with their neighbors.

The presidents are set for life even after office.

Yet a man or woman who gives their life to protect this country is either on the same boat as me,

or yet far off worst.

How is it that an athlete gets paid way more than a person who is giving their life to the country they believe in.

YOUR LIFE. Isn’t that worth something more than just a medal.

They serve with so much honor and pride but at the end most of them regret it.

How sad is the world that we live in.

We talk about feeding world hunger,

yet in our own country their is famine.

But unfortunately those who need it can’t get it because we have the leeches of society.

Those who don’t get off welfare because it pays better than a minimum wage job.

Those who deal drugs because it pays better than any job.

Those who die because they can’t face the fact that they have lost so much or can’t afford to survive.

This is the society we live in.

The one where you can’t look at another human being without being either cuzzed at or attacked.

The one were you don’t even know who your neighbor is anymore.

The Society, were if they see you down,

They will kick you so you can no longer get up.

What happened to the days where you even had a conversation with the mailman

or the garbage person.

Let’s make a trade jajajajajaja sorry but it’s the truth.

Correct me if i’m wrong.

Won’t the economy have a big effect if we all decided to stop buying for 1 day

2 days, 3 days, a weeks, even a month.

If we did not go to work (everyone at the same time) 1 day

2 days, 3 days, a weeks, even a month.

What a sight that would be.

I wonder if your boss would call you asking to double your pay becuase they are loosing profit.

I am aware nothing is free and that we have to work to earn our keep.

But it says work, not slave away.

Is this the depression all over again?

Are people ever going to rebel?

How far are we going to let the government get away with all their bullshit.

Sorry if I hurt anyones feelings it’s not my intentions.

But if you don’t agree with at least part of what I say,

You are probably one of them.

Dressing in your suit, coat and Tie.

Correct me if I am wrong.