Fact # 15 About Me- What being a Lightsey Means:

What being a Lightsey Means:

L eadership
I ntelligence
G enerous
H elpful
T ruthfulness
S acrifice
E ngineering
Y ou

Leadership: Being a leader but knowing when to follow.

Intelligence: Learning new ways to be better at all aspects of life while accepting criticism.

Generous: Showing a smile to the world and using good manners.

Helpful: Lending a hand to those in need.

Truthfulness: Being truthful and honoring your promises and your word.

Sacrifice: Giving up a little to achieve more and being smart about your life. Ex: if you can’t afford a Benz buy a cheap car good on gas, why go in debt over a car that is no better than the cheap car when you are only buying the name. Use your head and budget your life.

Engineering: Be creative and build something useful with your life or make your life useful. Immortality is achieved on through doing something worth remembering because we all will pass one day.

You: And finally be you in everything you do. If you can’t be you then you can’t be anybody. Adding a little bit of yourself into everything you do makes it unique. We don’t need duplicates.

 

Side Note: This is actually good stuff for everyone to follow. I try to do my best at everyone of these. This is how my name wraps into my personality how does yours?

I’m Tired

I'm tired of seein death,
I’m tired of seein little kids shot because they got no vest,
so they get hit by a stray bullet right in the chest,
or they take one right in the head,
either way they whind up dead,
and all we have to say is three words that begin with rest,
I’m tired of these kids dying from these drugs like meth,
I’m tired of lookin at life and say what’s next,
and then sittin around and sayin what’s left,
I’m tired takin life slow like it’s a game of chess,
well knight to king it’s time to put some of these things to rest,
cuz while things are like this they can never be a pursuit for happiness,
 
I’m tired of livin life in a small town,
I’m tired of feelin like the whole world’s trying to hold me down,
I’m tired feeling like a prisoner; always bound,
I’m tired of all my hope’s and dreams being rained on until they all drown,
I’m tired of never wearing a smile but always wearing a frown,
I’m tired of never feeling up cuz I’m always feeling down,
I’m tired of trying to hide and always being found,
I’m tired of looking for a verb and only finding a noun,
I’m tired of running to only be run down,
I’m tired of worrying about my ending sound,
the sound that’ll put me in the ground,
I’m tired of feeling like i shouldn’t express my feelings out loud,
I’m tired of looking for a thought and only findin a cloud,
 
I’m tired of kids steady joinin these gangs,
and in return they get lead into all sorts of thangs,
they just keep treatin life like it’s some kind of game,
and when they get busted they start lookin for someone to blame,
well if you lookin for someone to blame you only have to do one thang,
look at your birth certificate and find your name,
cuz you make your own path and only you’re the blame,
I’m tired of people not tryin to change,
this racist stuff is out; times ain’t the same,
judgin me by my color is like judgin me by my name,
the fact is is this damn stuff is insane,
so if you don’t know me don’t judge me that’s all i got to say,
so i guess I’ll go through life just waitin for a change,
just lookin for those better days,
so understand what I’m sayin help me change the game.

My Sences

I see the world through your eyes,
Through all the kisses and goodbyes,
I see the world through your hair,
Through all the ways that people care,
I see the world through your smile,
Wishing forever we would sit and talk for a while,
I see the world through your chin,
Through every challenge; together we can win,
I hear the world through your ears,
Through the rainfall and the tears,
I hear the world through your heartbeat,
Through the noise on any city’s street,
I hear the world through your voice,
Over all the yelling and the noise,
I hear the world through your sigh,
Over all the people  who will cry,
I feel the world through your hand,
though sometime its hard to understand,
I feel the world through your love,
Floating away, I fly back like a lonesome dove,
I feel the world through your breath,
And will love you long after we have left,
I feel the world through your touch,
For you alone forever will i lust,
I smell the world through your nose,
Such beauty i thought could only belong to a rose,
I smell the world through your scent,
And will always remember the places we will have went,
I smell the world through your breeze,
Like the sweet scent from a forest of trees,
I smell the world through your perfume,
With the smell of a mid-summer’s bloom,
I taste the world through your tongue,
Such sweet splendor could never be wrong,
I taste the world through your kiss,
You and only you will i forever cherish,
I taste the world through your wind,
Such sweet sensations should never be considered a sin,
I can even taste the world through the arch of your back,
And i hope my love for you will make up for what i lack,
So as you can hopefully tell,
For you and you alone do my senses dwell,
All five senses have surrendered to the wonder that is you,
And i can only hope your senses make you love me the way i wanna love you.

Tired of Nice

Fuck the world, cuz it’s only gave me pain,

Splitten heads, no I been splitten  veins,

   Tried talkin to my head, but I’ ve gone insane,

Fuck the present, cuz I’m lookin for a change,

   I tried walkin the line, but now I’m off the range,

Fuck wid me get hung, picture-perfect-framed,

   I tried bein good and for that I remain ashamed,

And for the bad I’ma turn to, I accept the blame,

   Through bein the nice guy; left me nothing but this grief,

Tired of this blurred  vision; It’s so hard to see,

   Because these teary-filled eyes constantly bleed,

And now this anger’s inside tearin at me,

   I was scratch-proof, well I thought I was,

But in the end all balloons will bust,

   From time to time, we all have the air knocked out of us,

But with a second wind, no I got a second gust,

   And head strong and with a cold heart,

Will be my second coming, yeah my second part.

Rocky Road

It seems my whole life I have been on this rocky slate,

Maybe it’s meant to be; Maybe my life has a rocky fate,

Because it seems no matter what, I stay buried on this rocky bottom,

And as these rocks begin to pile up, it seems there is no stopping’ em,

So with the weight of the world on my shoulders I walk along,

Stacked up high I tote these boulders,but I carry on,

Steadily I struggle out here on this rocky road,

But even with this mountain of stones, I request no one to share the load,

Why would ask one to share this mountain of pain,

It’s fine for me because I now only have gravel running through these veins,

But though I have a gravel battle sweat never will I let this heart become stone,

Instead I will grind this mound of stone until every bit of the pain is gone,

Because even though I am consumed by this Iron ore,

Within me I will always have this molten core,

And with a heart of passion burning through I will survive,

Because there is no rocky mountain I can’t Breakdown and climb.