let me try to be honest if I might about my misery, see when I sleep at night I don't dream but instead just relive past memories, the pain can sometimes get to me when I remember all it did to me, seems like every since infancy we was robbed of any chance at infamy, moms didn't intend on me nor did she even tend to me, pop was too fuckin selfish to think of or even mention me, I focus on it vividly as a way to escape instantly, through the knowledge that is my past I know the reality that isn't me, and for all the shit this world has given me, and the people in it who I didn't need, bear witness to a different me, same animal but different breed, sorta like morbius if he had felt the thirst but didn't feed, imagine being the asshole who won the lottery and lost everything, that's the feeling that I get when I realize what I could've been, all the time that I have spent simply doing stupid shit, is reminiscent to a bit if the incarcerated was innocent, waisted talent and baseless binges is not a way to live, but it's the path that I traveled even when it wasn't my intent, now I raise my kids without having to raise hands, broken back but still standing to portray the image of a man, who if only given a chance would've made a difference, instead he tries to grasp the fact that life it happens fast, tries not to focus on the past cuz there ain't no changing any of that, his mission is a fact and his vision is in tact, so the distance doesn't matter if the destination is your path, heaven forbid I make a statement without mentioning today's fads, im not doing this for likes or to try and get my social followed, I just hope to show that better men done choked on less pride than I done swallowed, so if the path your on is righteous, and your destination is the heavens, stop wasting so much time complaining about the smell of all the shit that you done stepped in, things aren't always as they seem, and wont always remain the way you left them, but that doesn't mean the dirt will stay under the same rug where you have swept it, bridges get built and burned using the same kindlin, and fences only remain in frame if someone's willing to mend them, I tend to try my best to make my friends all feel uplifted, I guess that's one of the positive traits that I was gifted, when you focus on your future the past can seem so distant, remember the people who did you dirt you can forgive but not forget them,