Bump

" 'Cause when you got the belt and the ring, People with ya poppin' bottles, takin' pictures, look around. As soon as you fall down all the haters pass a judgment; All eyes on me, I'm here to show that I'ma rise above this." -T.I.


It sucks when you fall, just make sure that when you do...you get back up.

Hello Out There.

Can You Here Me?

Being pressured of the everyday is tough,

Especially when you need emergency luck.

Strolling in uniform with that salty grin,

While moving forward as the walls closed in.

They slowly crept closer, now they’re in the 6^th gear.

Smelling false hopes, empty pockets mixed with fear.

Transforming into a concrete air bubble.

With the objective to make you submit.

The mind of man is running rapid,

Mentally coming up with escapes.

But these blueprints of old become rigid failures,

As the walls grow taller.

Feeling overwhelmed as if a gunman is holding you ransom.

Shedding tears of dread because you can’t handle.

He’s asking are you ready to die?

Hammer is cocked as you look hopelessly to the sky.

Every breath and swallow is more difficult than the last.

Wishing that a solution would appear fast.

Closing your eyes awaiting that killer sound.

Pleading that your brain won’t scramble to the ground.

It seems there is no exit. No hope of revival.

Looks like you’re out of elixirs and 1Ups in Survival.

Memories of your family, friends, and events start rolling inside.

Like a documentary film broadcasting your life.

It seems as if the calling is taking forever.

Now I know something’s tricky as I patiently wait.

As this gunman aims his Chrome .48.

Waiting for the sound, and taking possibly my last swallow too.

But he is having trouble with his follow-through.

Picking me out of a crowd of thousands, looking for a target.

Not a rich entrepreneur or a homeless bum on the corner.

No…a kid trying to prove everyone wrong. Doing almost everything right.

Aiming for their hopes and dreams and nearly in sight.

A moment that’s putting everything on pause.

Instead of climbing, crash and fall.

But time on the side is taken to rebuild and heal.

Because when ready, the road will be burned by the wheel.

The gunman has a change of heart. The concrete starts to break.

He lowers the weapon and the walls starts to shake.

By a miracle, the rays of the sun hits.

Which is all the motivation he needs to lift.

Another bump in the road. As a turn is made back towards the previous.

Looking beyond the horizon.

The kid is still mentally damaged but things start to go the right way.

As he keeps struggling on, working towards that perfect day.