ahh yeah.... life is hard serving both gods .... clean and dirty . sometimes you walk through the valley of death without knowing it... I'm alive anyway I don't give a fuck about bad omeds and shit. drugs and shit stealing and shit violence and shit snakes and sheeps... but I always carry books and pens and worry less of shit. when I start writing, rhyming and punching everybody shifts aside like I'm a paramedic. I cant change a stone into bread but surely I can change feelings into words carrying great vines ... is still got two legs that God ordained. why not chase pen and paper. writing with red ink as a sign of pain and sorrows. praying for bread and goslows that'll keep me awake to see the next day. the next pain day. I had dreams last year ..they decayed and this year I wanna see my self driving. whether I drive tazz or drive Michelle crazy....it will still be worth it. my fantasy life is better than my real life. man I ate bacon , biltong and drove bm for a while....until hunger woke me up. this shit is real I always polish the rims following dreams and shit what happens in realm when I start flying ...wearing superman costumes facing Batman and deities it ain't real no more. the pain of living a life with no purpose , no talent and no job. a sprat to catch a mackarel..no a sprat to catch a idiot with no overall . ohw my God what a thirst. seeking holly water with chlorine in it. screaming what a sooth... there will be no death anymore....wholly shit what the fuck ....!