Every word weh fly from yuh mouth, every ting yuh do, is a likkle seed yuh drop in di earth. Kindness? Dat one plant whole orchard—sweet fruit fi days. But cruelty? Eh, dat only raise up bush full a bramble an’ thorn. So tek care what yuh water, 'cause when di season turn, ah dat same crop gwine meet yuh at di door.
Curently listening to: Original Koffee, by Toast
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