I know how it feel waking up fucked up still not even sure anymore if your feelings are real like looking outside at a ride that doesn't drive but sure has curb appeal and a coat thats fur can sure feel warm when real but it can never truly be yours for real wishing I hadn't been clueless to this hurt I'd feel, just to be served a meal starving so bad your starting to feel encouraged to kill but laws prohibit your ability to own a gun or search a field, so how are you supposed to teach your sons to hunt so you can reverse this drill, can't fish but supposed to feed my young then you end up in court because you was forced to go and steal and the judge looks at you to feel remorse and your just like bitch let's be real!!!! I never had a chance and as a man I can stand on my own and take what you give but I'll never change my stance that I do what I do for my kids to improve their chance to live. mama never raised no chump but then again my mama wasn't around that much, she had six plus wasn't taught shit failed by the same system she would later try to raise us in life it felt a touch twisted, so I simplified it by paying attention too broke couldn't afford to buy my right to live it see sometimes you fight so hard in life just to finally give in I wish there wasn't always repercussions for my decisions but in order to get paid I have to get the world to pay attention not to mention the good times have seemed so distant that its beyond just being a pee on it would seem on the bottom of God's shit list is where I be living hard to envision I'm still working to accomplish my mission, given all the gold that I wasn't gifted, figured out real quick my time was the only thing I was inherenting so I had to be weary of how and where I was going to be spending it to avoid the grave in this day in age is a miracle on its own if I may state, plenty of my friends done paved the fuckin way, sitting at the table unable to say a saving grace as I stare at an empty plate, i become encaged by my rage plenty too insane to be plain so to erase some of these pains I'm simply partake in the blazin of Mary Jane, doesn't matter really what the strain if it lemon gelato haze, animal face, or wedding cake, cherry blaze, blueberry space, that purple punch or very plain good old skunk number 1 remember that shit that used to come in a bag without a name that you picked up from your plug and was guaranteed to always stank no dumb shit, no nonsense, fuck their change let's see progress, plus I don't believe I'll ever see a day where we receive clean slates, as long as the elites occupy the most elite offices our problems they will always remain,