I want my family to be able to see the things that we couldnt reach growing up in the street. so with every ounce of my fiber of being, i live and die for them, and i put that on everything, find me working in the heat trying for ends meat. came from the gutter nothing but struggle worry, loss and defeat. but diligence begits the ends something watching momma tuaght me. never stop trying, no matter what the odds be. because somebody out for yours and they could be ready to eat. be aware of whats around you, behind your back and under your feet, less you fall be victim to the traps of the streets. lesser peeps, seeking to reap the fruits sewn by you and me. never be, and for the fortitude of your seed, packing heat to let those who would endeavor to deceive, meet defeat, if ever they would trespass against me. and let them sleep, rest in pace, may the lord be your shepherd, to greener pastures with the heard let them consult on your every word. before the loss, its absurd, yet still we pray for your work, let the good be done the dead be damned or saved for the hust. And in the end we hope to find the point to the curse, all one big jest or much worse, we have no value to worth. so let us live in the minute, got some money then spend it, aint gonna be there when you end it, so better enjoy while you get it. just keep on living. and rip it, got a blunt better hit it, maybe im just a cynic, but this world needs a clinic. its so sick we would ditch it if we could but we can't, so we just keep with the wicked and turn it black as the pain. what a stain.