Why does does everybody come to me? Thinking I’m Whodini or a Wendy Williams wanna be. Don’t they see that I have to pray and ask my Father for help each and every day? I’m not about to be caught up in no mess. Yet they wanna come to me getting me stressed. Yet I direct them to you. For your judgments are sound and always true. Boy I feel for those who really don’t know you. Fronting like they do. But everybody know tha truth. Actin like they don’t worry as soon as trouble comes, they cry out God please come;hurry. You’re not supposed to do this they say, they run off people when they really need to stay. Frowning up their noses when people walk by as if they smell. Make one wrong move and they run and tell. All the while their hiding behind a mask. That fake smile, painted on their face as clear as glass. Be real be true, hey that’s what God wants us to do. This is for you folk you know who. Don’t get offended if it’s not talking about you, but if it does maybe it needs too. Cut the religion and start loving. Peace