To My Saviour: Thank You for giving me strength and loving me
To Howard University: Will you PLEASE send a sista some information...are you all a secret society?
To C: Boy if you were a year older and NOT so thugged out...my,my,my
To my Grammy: I hate to see hurt and worry I love you,so,I say this: Kick that grown tail n**** out and see how well he does without you.Loose those things that so easily besets you.