My name is Roxanne...and I guess thats all that really matters...

A Note to Roxanne,from Tayla and from Roxanne to You:............. I Am So Tired But I Must Press On... When you are Weary you Must Press On.....No Matter What Press On. God Loves it when you Press On....Give Glory through the Struggle: Continue . to Press On. When All Else Fails, Press On.... Why? Because God Loves You and When You Press On... Always Endure to the End, Stay Strong & Once again Please Do Indeed PressOn...For Once Again God Loves YOU and When You Keep the Faith & PRESS ON..........................................................

I Love to dance, sing, write and just about anything new...

I like all types of music, literally all types.., ***Look at the future. Open your eyes, what you see? Do you see millions dead and the rest completly crazy? If it is unfourtanetly that will soon be. Innocense dying and a whole lot of crack babies. So get right now and help you generation. As the years go by theres more intimidation and less concentration on te confirmation of complete change. Everyone wants to talk not knowing its the first step. In the best ways of change we havnt even met. If anything the ways of the world get worse and worse and the worst isn't even near yet. Do right, so you can always say I'm doing right for you and me. Bless and protect your soul and keep that feeling that makes you whole so when the worst comes its not your soul the devil stole, It's your life you should continue to hold. ......... I LOVE YOU.................. In this materialistic world we live among accomplices. But what is thee without wrong? A fugitive that can't stay strong? An album without any good songs? When I am your peer and you are mine, it is our job to be one anothers sponsor do one day we'll shine. In this cold hearted world everyone is a vandal because we think we go threw things we can't handle. But he said he'll never put more than we can bare. Thats why we make one another our scapegoat, but the pressure, so heavy its blocking our throat, to speak, teach, the truth. Once so pure like the rocks near the shore, so connected. Now we hate and steal and thats the life we CHOOSE to endure. We are all prodigies with so much sorrow and thats why SOMETIMES we act shallow. Because we're misunderstood looking shook in the "hood" once our ancestors stood. It's the amateurs that should, should learn from the wise and near. For those are the ones the world most fears. If they dont, they'll be a drudge. Caught in front of a heartless judge, then a taste of mercy and tranquility they'll try to mug. But it's too late for in your heart you've incarsinated hate and lives you thought to take. But change that state, of mind and, keep your trecherous past behind and keep yourself in line. I LOVE YOU...................................................... ~~* Here on my cousins bed, I think how much I'm loved and hated. How if it wasn't for love, my death would have been dated. Tear after tear, second after second is my conscience what I really fear? Or is it the possibility of not making it? In the mist of sorrow, my mind runs to the point where I've tripped. .... TRIPPED TRIPPED TRIPPED....