being honest i got lot on my mind i want to let it go but fears got me on hold so to the mic where i go to offload stories from my heart that are never told of lovers and friends who are no more due to the lack of respect though they are not in the dirt yet anyway life goes on as i continue cashing in minimal checks thats not even enough to keep me fed on month to month basis and my main girl demanding reciprocative love she can not show while my side knocking at the door demanding some physical pleasure making sure a nigga is fed now tell me who am i suppose to love better walking up and down in this concrete jungle not really knowing if this place is already heaven or hell so i pray the Lord forgive me for believing more in Rands And dollar bills that make a boy man up to get the rent paid up before i get laid up......