SouljaVoy
♥ Black Love
All things must come to an end.
It is an inevitable part of the cycle of existence.
All things must conclude.
.Take the analogy of a tree that grows in Brooklyn, among the steel and concrete with all of its glorious branches and leaves. One day he too will pass on his legacy, through the seeds that drop to the ground.
And as the wind carry these seeds throughout the land, a new life will begin for each one of them as they stand for a monument to the one that came before....that came before...that came before.
