There is a time and a place for everything.A man went to eat and turned the table into a pulpit. A man who loves his faith feels heat in his chest and starts to think every room is a field to be taken, every ear a soul to be seized. But a restaurant is where a tired man brings his hunger and his worries and sits down hoping for a little peace. Mayb

Let me tell you something—this Earth Angel, Master Magical Healer, sat down—tired. So tired I could’ve given myself an old-fashioned whooping for burning the midnight oil, making beats that’ll only drop when I say so. When you’re a lone wolf, you’ve got a lot of jobs—herding your own sheep, coaching your own hustle, even refereeing yo