Raised From The Dead

is a keeper of the flame. Out here doing the good work. Blessed are life savers and peace makers.

MY GRASS IS CUT: The streets taught me to watch the fake smiles, the backdoor schemes, the wolves in sheep’s clothing. But recovery, taught me something deeper: The most dangerous snake can be the one that lives in your head.

The whispers of doubt, fear, jealousy, and pain, twisting your thoughts, coiling around your peace.Man, when you face those snakes inside, you realize the battle isn’t just out there—it’s in here.

And until you cut that grass, until you expose what’s hiding in the tall weeds of your mind, you’ll never see them clearly.

When the grass is cut, you can see the snakes will slither, but sometimes the deepest cuts don’t come from people, places, or things—they come from within.

So, I keep my grass low.
I keep my vision as sharp as possible.
I fight the battles in my head with the same intensity. I guard my circle. My 360. My environment. The inner and the outer.

To anyone out there fighting, whether it’s people, places, things, or the demons within—know this: You’re stronger than the snakes.

Keep cutting, keep healing, keep growing.
The garden you’re planting is worth it. 🌱✨