yea.. real life, true story...on God yeah life was hard and we never had it easy, staring at the smoke stained walls praying the next praying the next batch toe tags wouldn't be my family's/ swear to God.. I remember being scared, remember hearing gun shots and momma didn't even care enough to get up out that chair/ on life.. but I didn't even know what that was, what is life but a series damming hard twist and turns/ all I know.. is that I was meant for more, never thought I'd end up in the joint screaming fuck the lord/ now here I am in a church on my mother fuckin knees praying to God, please save this poor fucker that I call me. but is there even hope for the dammed, am I to be forever trapped in the hour glass suffocated by the sands/ or am I to be snuffed out like the end of a roach, destined the fly on planes never better than coach, pre destined to always be the player and never the coach hell naw...the future is mine, time to take off these sunglasses I'm tired of being blind/mentally aware... of the oppressive forces pressing against our lives, mentally prepared to be a demon in the flesh with a Angel's voice fighting for our rights/ are you going to stand or are you going to fall are you going to scream black lives matter, or when it comes your way are you going to drop the ball