Lyrical Spiritual 66

As I drag my feet across that halls through the clutter that's spread on the floor.

Step by step with no feeling as I made it upstairs.

With a glaze on the doors ahead while picking out my hair.

After making it to my destination, the darkness upon the opening greets me with it's glare.

Back inside here like a reunion that took a few years.

Flicking on the lights and see how much I stuffed inside here.

Picking up items that took me back in time.

Where I was just a boy, not knowing what in the world I was doing.

Taking a seat in the chair. Letting the environment consume me.

I've found my safe haven. Relaxed and filled with glee.

Or is that fear. Doubt. The unknown.

Is this even me? I don't know anymore.

When I don't feel like nothing's work, I just retreat to this room.

Just sitting here. Alone. Letting the pain consume.

Sometimes I just want to make a short stay then it turns into weeks.

I guess that's what happens when you put a light upon the anger in me.

Haha. See this is how life works for some.

They live, let the anger build with no release until they become none.

Rage can be a killer. Literally.

Hence why I have this room so I can disconnect spiritually.

Beyond these walls lie my others emotions and thoughts.

In my confinement, this is where I scream and shout.

See anger is part of my original blueprint since I first Press Start.

After figuring out it's coding, we are a unit known to leave a few marks.

Now we can get out of line. It's an intense emotion all it's own.

Adding that with a mindset and it become a supernova full blown.

No one understands why. And they never will.

How can you control? Just run over that hill.

Go into your room and take a look inside.

Do you like what you see or will shrivel up and hide?

There's a dark side to everyone. We all have flaws.

Whether you like to hide it or show it off on the walls.

It's alright, it's ok.

Your rage can become your ally.

Wishing is not enough. You have to open the door.

Take a breath. Then go inside and settle the score.

Cheers!

Lyrical Spiritual 65 (Never Forget)

On this day 14 years ago lives were changed.

An act of cowardice left an entire nation maimed.

As the towers that stood towards the New York skies came crashing down.

Thousands of people gone. Families broken. A country wearing a frown.

Within that moment of chaos and turmoil,

The United States of America chose not to fold.

When the cries of terror and help screamed from the scene,

We rushed straight into the depths looking to help anyone at the scene.

Lives were lost.

Families shed tears.

Friends said prayers.

Bystanders stood in mourning.

Through the fire and the flames we carried on.

A warzone was in front of us. We marched right in.

Cries and screams of our neighbors. We broke the walls down.

We Do Not Back Down.

14 Years Later. We're still standing.

So for today, think about where you were when you got that breaking news.

Your reaction when you turned the channel and saw the horrific images.

We are the United States of America: The Greatest Country on Earth.

And we will not let cowards define what this country truly is.

Special Condolences to those affected by the acts on September 11th, 2001. May those that lives were lost on that dark day and those families who lost someone special rest in peace and let their spirits live on. 

Love > Hate.

Cheers!

Lyrical Spiritual 64

So much on the mind, so little time.

Here comes a few stanzas to help unwind.

RIP to Allison and Adam, that was an emotional storm.

An unspeakable act of evil that left this nation in mourn.

A man with hate in his heart with a sadistic mind.

Alined with cowardness wasting himself for his horrific crime.

Two lives gone; yet they will not be forgotten.

For the thousands they’ve touched, they will never be an afterthought.

Living life in crazy yet marvelous times.

With some dark moments trying to contain the shine.

However in a simple equation: Love > Hate.

So love someone today and put Hate in checkmate.

Cheers!

Lyrical Spiritual 62

In Case of Emergency, Break The Glass.

Well it’s been awhile since I’ve done so watch out for the blast.

I’m back from a vacation that took me away.

Couple days of paradise have me feeling some kind of way.

From RVA to NOLA and everywhere in between.

So much insanity. Including the times on Bourbon Street.

Crazy in a good way cause I needed a mental break.

Enjoying beers and company while shining my lukewarm state.

Now back on the grind, the daily 9-5.

Taking life’s objectives and labeling them mine.

Going out to the world with a venomous smile.

Hmm…this one’s a doozy. This may take awhile.

Physically I’m resynced with a couple screws loose.

Not just naturally in the brain. All within my limbs too.

Pain is temporary but giving up is forever.

I have goals I want to lift. So I’m not giving in. Ever.

But for now I’m getting into the groove of things.

Stressing less, showing off more and other randomness galore!

Thinking about where on this road I want to turn to next.

Or do I keep going straight in hopes of finding that golden exit.

Who knows where I’m going along with the who, what, when and why.

For now, I’m just gonna keep rolling with these Raybans covering my eyes.

The next destination? Meh…I’m just enjoying the journey.

Rather be happy in the middle then stuck at the bottom mourning.

Cause I have the power to get better; everyone withholds that statistic.

Don’t fret on past opportunities with the new batch coming. Don’t miss it.

Keep grindin’ and smilin’ while getting that work done.

Then have some fun when the party time comes.

All work, no play? That could leave to an early grave entrance.

Also a pretty dull life that I forgot to mention.

In short…enjoy life. We only get one.

Cause any day above ground is a great one.

Cheers!

Lyrical Spiritual 61

You Know.

She Knows.

He Knows.

I Know.

Floating around the surface caught in treacherous conditions,

Unsure which way is North or where to go on that mention.

Here comes another gust of wind, wonder where this gust will take me next.

Praying for warmer temperatures along with a special guest.

Coasting away. A vacation in the skies.

Drifting away to the heavens as if I just died.

But I’m not heading to my Judgment Day; I’m stuck in incognito.

Trying to log back in but I can’t find a signal up here in limbo.

Where am I? I don’t even know anymore.

Where am I going? No destination in place.

Why am I up here? Just contemplating what am I suppose to do.

My mind and body have wandered in opposite directions.

Lost in my own conscious. The keys are somewhere hidden.

Paralyzed in my own thoughts, desires, cravings and other dreams from within.

No emergency exit. No escape plan on deck.

Just letting the world keep me in the air whilst staying in check.

Playing hide and seek with the world since it appears that everyone is looking for you.

Because you figured out how to live in this world of survival as people figure out what to do.

Looking at your surroundings figuring what they had was an image of perfection.

As you sit on the couch scrolling on Twitter looking for more mentions.

The mind is powerful weapon when loaded with the right ammunition.

People think physical will equal success where in reality mental warfare completes the mission.

When you gaze upon the skies and see me flying high.

That doesn’t mean that my life is fine.

I’m a Christian and I still struggle while my soul shine.

Who, What, Where, When, Why.

Can’t Answer. I don’t have that much time.

Just gonna stay up in the clouds for as long as I can.

Until it’s time for me to come crashing down upon the land.

 Shockwaves erupted. Chaos ensues.

The war from within continues.

No just cause but hey that's just the way it rolls.

Enough of this chit-chatter. I must make my way home.

Back into the labs I go, with nothing but thoughts and what's in front of me.

Trying to build something beautiful for all the world to see.

Maybe I'll receive riches and fortunes. Or just a few smiles of glee.

One things for sure...sitting + waiting is as productive as staring at a blank screen.

And then I wake up.

Cheers!

Lyrical Spiritual 60.

I'm hearing things through the grapevine,

that tomorrow is celebration time.

For the next day is the 4th of July.

Beers, good times and fireworks hitting the night skies.

The future looks bright and one hell of a party

What's going on today here in the present?

Well it is Friday so that's an early present.

Guess a freshen up is in order along with a morning mint.

My oh my do I love days like today.

Crowded hallways turning into libraries after closing time.

Just only a few souls clocked in along with the one that doesn't look alive.

He knew it was gonna be easy day...probably didn't crack a Z until 5.

Offices now covered in darkness. Whiteboards breached and cleared.

Noise levels turned down to a min with a few convos being heard.

Pure ecstasy are these days; a day of relaxation.

No pinch required, it's a true scenario of satisfaction.

Is Anybody Out There?

Excuse Me...that was my DJ Hero voice.

Now Put Your Hands Up...for Detroit.

I love this city.

Back to stanza at hand,

After a long week, a relaxing Friday feels great for this man.

As for all of you, whether it's silent or loud.

I hope you boys and girls make Friday proud.

No matter how long your weekend is,

Enjoy it for what it is.

And give America a Happy Birthday.

And raise your glass. No need to be thirsty.

Cheers!

(Merica!)

Lyrical Spiritual 59.

I've been living my life but it isn't fair...

Far from a realistic nonfiction fairy-tale.

For life can be bitch but I appreciate her.

Could always be worse: Laying comatose is not something I want to bare.

Life is crazy but it's beautiful.

The will shown in everlong struggle to success.

It can be shocking similar to that Charleston mess.

It also can be powerful with the strength to forgive.

For those that fell on that tragic day,

The victims could have reacted with a spree of their own.

Instead they mourned and returned home,

And chose to forgive.

Love can conquer Hate.

Soar higher than any Confederate flag over any building.

Spread the message further than any e-mail.

Touch the lives of the millions...and millions.

 Speaking of a mill, that would be nice to have.

You have an opportunity to make that million dollar grab.

Whether you want cash, a job or whatever your goal shall be.

Just remember life can be rough but it's worth it when you succeed. 

Cheers!

Lyrical Spiritual 58.

What's wrong with you?

Sitting there frowning the way you do?

Things not going your way?

Need an emergency vacay?

Fret not. There are better days ahead.

And if you open this Hallmark card, there's more words to be read.

But this isn't some fantasy wordplay for $3.99.

Let's be real for a few seconds because it's about that time.

This life can be purgatory and other times it can soar to the heavens.

It can also be pure hell cranking the difficulty up to +7.

Where things roam out control yet your still plugged in.

Not knowing you hit pause as the game continues with you in a frozen state.

You're in control where at times it seems you're far from it.

Trying to stay in the game, even though you're trailing from the opening tip.

There's always time for the comeback kid.

Lace Up, Mount Up and Give It Everything.

You may come up short but that doesn't mean the game is over.

Next time around just cut out all those turnovers.

Maybe rotate more along with more pressure from your reserves.

Then boom! Victory is Yours! Swerve.

Life can be a bitch but it's a beautiful one.

Treat it right and you can rep the rewards.

Treat it like a bitch and welp...you'll become one.

For now, finish strong. The weekend is almost here.

Bet you won't find that in a Hallmark. Not even a signed Sincere. 

Cheers!

Lyrical Spiritual 57.

Why hello there Friday! What's new? How are you?

See that you brought all the sun for the world to see.

Feeling good, feeling great. That's what is on my plate.

Waiting in line to cash in so I can chow into this morning steak.

Nothing wrong with some beef. It's good for the body.

Unless you're talking about the other beef. You know, the one that annoys everybody.

A minion trying to create the new Detroit vs. Everybody.

Yet the target is you. And you're unlike everybody.

Usually the beef is rooted to some underground hatred.

Which could lay out some dark seeds and sprouts out haters like a 9 to 5.

They clock in and look to spread their mediocrity.

From the suburbs all the way into the inner city.

Don't feed into what they trying to sell.

Once you take a bite then you will forever be in a personal hell.

However here's an unspoken truth: You need haters in your life.

Because who else are you gonna tower over and shine your light.

They have a job: Hate. Nothing more, nothing less.

Brush 'em, laugh hysterically and let them roll in their own mess.

No matter what you do, no matter how nice you are and shall be.

There will always be someone that doesn't like you nor the words you speak.

If it seems like you have 20 haters, you need to add to make 40.

 Then pop one open in celebration. After all it's the weekend.

Crank up a few tunes and lounge in your favorite chair along with a mate.

And maybe have your crew join you. That should make the haters irate. 

Cheers!

Lyrical Spiritual 56.

Another glimpse of the sun rising. May seem like a regular occurrence to some.

Yet this blessing is for those that aren't able to witness today's sun.

You see. These small things in life have big impacts.

Most go unnoticed until it doesn't happen. Which leads to an uncertain attack.

Waking up with no pain in my core or limbs.

Walking to the closet to put on fresh jeans with a pair of Timbs.

Cleaning up the face from the night slumber, dabbing the hair with some gel.

Opening the pantry to see food on multiple shelves.

Thousands upon thousands of things to be thankful for.

None too big, none to small. Be thankful for it all.

Whether it's having a car to go from here to there,

Or getting out that stressful scenario and happy to be over here.

In this world of "I Need This" and "Right Here, Right Now!"

Don't forget about the small things that got you here to the Now.

Along your hustle and strive, don't forget to say thanks with a smile.

Who knows? That may have mutated to frown if your world got rocked upside-down.

My mind has been racing like a Dodge Viper up in Auburn Hills.

Lead food welded to the pedal, roaring in this beautiful piece of metal.

Yet I had to find a way to pump the brakes.

Coming to a stop, exit stage left. Look upon the horizon and realize what was at stake.

The stakes couldn't be higher. Well actually, yes they could.

In reality, I couldn't have been here; still could be slinging in the local hood.

A few small changes and my life has been forever changed.

From a young buck rocking a slim chain to grindin' on the high roads from lane to lane.

Seeing things clearly and thank the Almighty for the blessings bestowed upon me.

All the many gifts that tagged along for the world to see.

No matter what you're going through: Keep Going, Smile and don't forget to say Thank You.

Because you never know. Those small things can lead to a bigger you.

Cheers!

Lyrical Spiritual 55.

Let's Go.

To a place where I can relax and enjoy a fresh pour.

Somewhere where the destination causes a 404 when others type it in.

Away from all the madness. Just me, here, comfortable in my own skin.

The skin is flexible and adapts to its environment.

Multiple uses including as a canvas for inspirement.

There are times where it can deteriorate to a weaker state.

Which could disappear like the gridiron defense at Penn State.

Yet a weak D-Line can be rebuilt.

From Baltimore to Pittsburgh, where defenses go for the kill.

A great offense has a vicious defense.

That's what separates the good from the great.

When things aren't peaches and cream,

Escape to your place and step out to scan the scene.

Then upgrade your defense while sharpening your in's and out's.

Time to get back in there. Take. Them. Out.

Cheers!

Lyrical Spiritual 54.

Cotton-Clouds. Check Out His Artwork!

A recollection of thoughts. Otherwise known as a memory.

With your brain waves igniting along the local sensory.

There's a popular musical lyric: "Remember me for Centuries"

Yet when those travel back in time, what type of memory will they see?

Will that leap back over yonder to the days bring a smile or a long sigh?

Remembering your sad figure and that slouch who never tried.

Someone that could have made something. Instead they let society win by unanimous decision.

Belief in oneself thrown through broken glass as life repeatedly kicked their ass.

I can't take it anymore! Oh the boy has become a man?

Nah. Just raising the bass in hopes to stage fright the bullies.

Is anybody out there? Just another life story unopened on the bookshelf.

I controlled my own life. Stop lying to yourself.

Fearful to step outside the box. Clawing your hair about to level up in crazy.

Screaming YOLO! everyday yet You're Only Lazy.

So deleting the O and the exclamation point...oh hey! That's YOL is you!

A sorrow realization? Well what are you going to do?

Transforming to a Decepticon yet you have the heart of Autobot.

Desperately searching a Gameshark to access the unlock.

I'm afraid I got some bad news...there is no key.

In order to be remembered for centuries, you need to be a better version of "me".

Not me as in the one writing this up. The one as in you in first person looking this up.

You want to be remembered huh? Well get out there and make a story worth the memory space.

No need to be famous or rich. The only requirement is making your own place.

Cause who's gonna remember all these future achievements without your face?

Step out your box and clean off them tears and patch up those scars.

Then demolish that box cause there is a new one afar.

Life can be beautiful and then it can suck.

Unless you're gonna be on your knees all your life...go out there and press your luck.

Some rolls you might get 7's on the come out or throw a pair of Snake Eyes.

Instances where you hit the Jackpot, savor those moments and own them.

When the money is down and the love looks to be lost, just remember from within that you're capable to grab the win.

You may not seem dangerous but when unchained you can become a threat.

Surpass the hype and give it your all or the janitor cleans up your sloppy unexecuted mess.

As the ending to this weekly poetic relief comes to the last few stanzas,

I'm gonna wrap this whole thing up from where I stand:

This thing called Life: It's awesome yet unfair.

One moment you think you figured it out. The next you're glazed upon the ceiling with a confused stare.

I've seen people claiming they're alive in incognito states.

Breathing and moving yet never truly awake.

Wishing they didn't feel like a 0 and upgraded to a 100.

And as life continues to age, they feel regret because they stayed the same.

"But I'm Happy Where I Am." Then congrats. Don't go downstairs and check out.

Yet if you're at the Motel 6 scrolling for that upgrade to the Embassy Suites.

Pack your bags. Grab some breakfast with the treat. Leave a tip on the pillow.

Check out time is here. Time for you to go.

Where is the next destination we end up at? Only Lord Knows.

You're behind the wheel and have control over where you want to go.

Just remember that you need to be out of Park in order for you to drive.

Live with no regrets. It's time for you to ride.

Cheers!

Lyrical Spiritual 53.

Bahahaha! Oh Zero....love this creation from Lintufriikki!

The saying from Seattle: Life's a beautiful struggle.

Though the times get tough the beauty lies within the hustle.

When the difficulty increases, don't log out. Stay in the game.

How are you gonna advance if you're not even gonna play?

See this life we live is rated E for Everyone.

How you live it however varies the ratings from each other.

Different genres and styles with one common mission:

I want to beat the game and win the title via submission.

TKO, KO, Tomato, To-mat-o.

Enough reading the game manuals, JUST GO!

Be like my man Zero here and :D over everything. Including Salvador.

Rise above your objectives and don't forget the XP when you explore.

And don't forget to save. For tomorrow there's more progress to be made.

Cheers!

Lyrical Spiritual 52.

The snow wants a rematch? You couldn't even make it pass the 1st bell.

Another day with meteorologists with their predictions. Buy or Sell.

At least in this battle, the snow had less of a punch.

Melting and diminishing from the streets before lunch.

What's on the menu? Burgers and Fries of course.

When it comes to chow down decision. Always my first choice.

Maybe with a side spinach or some homemade mac & cheese.

Writing this stanza now of all sudden made me hungry.

Food aside. The menu is looking blank this week.

Besides the daily hustle, getting stronger and dealing with the weak.

Now that the weekend is here, I can kick up my feet.

And add some Fireball in my solo kick that'll give me a sweep.

Other than that, nothing special this week besides more white stuff.

Secretly hoping that enough is enough.

I'm just ready for the summer to be here.

Until then...Cheers for the weekend is finally here.

Cheers!

Lyrical Spiritual 51.

The Snow. Is Still Here.

Single Digits on the Wake Up?

That's how you feel Friday? That's really how you feel?

And you gonna turn colder...what's the deal?

Where is the love to warm this frozen tundra ordeal.

Alas, today is still Friday.

And that still makes me warm all inside.

No matter how cold she gets, she still makes me smile.

Similar to your main squeeze who holds you down and always ready to ride.

It's okay to lose it but now I'm outta of my mind.

With deadlines and drama. The Double D's no one wants to see.

All of them getting loose as if I'm on Bourbon Street.

Just let me close my tab so I can say peace.

Ready for the weekend to get underway.

After a long week in the office, I need a 3 day getaway.

A trip to the beach? Below freezing says I'm not gonna.

So I might as well pop the fridge and be taken away by a Cornoa.

Maybe add some Grenadine. Or an upgrade to a Vodka with a side of Whiskey.

Whew...now I'm warmed up and feeling all sorts of frisky.

Forget the temperature. I'm gonna crank it up.

This ice ain't containing me from turning up.

Even if it gets down to -5 degrees.

The weekend is not ready for the HAVOC. Courtesy of me.

Now that I avoided the blunt force trauma that came my way this week.

I'm gonna chill in my igloo with a glass and listen to some beats.

Cheers!

Lyrical Spiritual 50.

What? Hey! OK!

Raise your glass for today is Friday.

So as your prepare for the turn up

Don't forget about the struggle from the come up.

Everyone wants to cut the line and head straight to the after party.

No shots, no gin. Just straight to gettin' it in.

Before you get in you gotta figure it out.

With some hits and misses while perfecting your shot.

The struggle to make it to the party is real.

How you work that to your advantage makes it surreal.

Leaving your problems crumbled on the floor,

Twisting and turning until you can't turn up anymore.

Who said life ain't about enjoying the moment?

You worked hard to get here. The least you can do is own it.

No Love given from those that threw shade.

Coming from nothing to made.

So while they sit snugged up in their home-made shade.

Let that spotlight shine brighter and keep going higher.

Higher than those green clouds from the VIP.

Working the game harder than South Beach P-I-M-P.

You don't need to be a pimp to have pimp-like qualities.

Swag ain't the only thing your gonna need.

Swagger + Hustle = Someone that knows how to be.

Be the man, be in command and be running game plans.

So for those trying to run straight into the VIP.

Let the bouncer escort you where you're suppose to be.

Out next to the dumpster in the back cause your game ain't right.

While you figure it out, all of us fitting to party all night.

Cheers!

Lyrical Spiritual 49.

StefanPrech pictured Rome perfectly!

There's a variety of thoughts and rants loading my cranium to over-capacity.

Along with heavy traffic towards another goal that I'm working to reach.

Thankfully FRIDAY! has given me the green light.

So here's something that I will throw into the spotlight.

What the hell is going on with you folks today?!?

Because your not a size quad-0 then your just an average eye strain?

BREAKING NEWS: Bitch, you're fabulous. No matter which shape you come in.

Skinny, slimmy, curvy, or plus size. Whichever skin your bad self fits in.

Talking bad about your body when in reality you are a sanctuary.

And you can modify the foundation. No paint or contract required.

Don't going basic on the look though. You can aspire for higher.

Lose some baggage here, add a layer of ink there.

Who knows? Maybe you'll like yourself and those haters can flock off without your care.

Moral of the stanza: Love Yourself!
Looking for love from the outside when the source is found from within.
How you expect someone to love you when you can't love yourself?
Give yourself a hug. Treat yourself to something sweet.
Because that's what you are...too sweet!

That was for fans of the NWO...4 Life haha.
4 Life. Hmm...that's a true story.
Because there is something that you have to put up with 4 Life. That would be you.
Life is a blast, a struggle and an inner narrative told to the thousands.
When someone picks up your book, would they read it from beginning to end?
Or would they simply read "Chapter 1" then throw it in the used bin?

I mean if you can't put up with yourself, you might as well unplug the controller.
Turn of the system and sell it back to GameStop.
Just S-T-O-P. Stop!
You're a badass with the potential to level up the badassery.
Believe In You. Love You. And show off for all the world to see.

Live For Now and like the swoosh famously said: Just Do It.
If you don't love yourself then how the hell can you live life to the fullest.

Cheers!

Lyrical Spiritual 48.

Haha. Love this from TaniDaReal!

Hey Hey! Alright, OK!

It's Friday ain't it? Let the weekly party begin!

Another stretch full of hustle, scraps and comforting chaps.

Topped off with a moment of celebration then afterwords a deserved nap.

Feeling good, feeling great.

Flexing that grin while starting to celebrate.

Why you ask? Well there's no primary reason.

Unless you count GAMEDAY since it is that season.

Nah..I'm just happy with side of running on no sleep.

Staying true to me and keeping the drama under my feet.

Squishing that banter with every step,

Bonus points rocking out that Southern 1, 2 step.

What else can I say? I'm in a good mood.

Or is that the insomnia speaking on my behalf?

In some far away land there's a grimace aimed at my forehead.

It's past your bedtime. Go to bed.

Music is in my veins with the treble rocking my brain.

The beat is life which can crank up the bass on occasion.

With a personal touch it can be a fresh sensation.

Don't let anything damage your sound.

And uncheck mute. Crank it to 11 and live life loud.

Cheers!

Lyrical Spiritual 47.

Hey. Hi. What's Up? What's Going On?

Nothing much than reading headlines from my cell phone.

Scrolling up and down the screen for what I missed when my eyes shut.

Alarm blaring in the back, guess it's time to get up.

Another day, another opportunity. That's a blessing.

Now to mold that into a message worth spreading.

What can I do? Anything.

Where can I go? Anywhere.

Look at the chains. Not the pretty ones hanging from your neck.

Talkin' about those mental ones that have you strangled on the deck.

The more you move, the stronger the grip holds.

But what can I do? Break the mold.

I'm not strong enough...welp guess your permanent location is here.

Wishing for a new start but no courage to hit start.

Now your trapped in a personal hell with no exit.

Locked down to the ground, looking up with a prayer to just make it.

There’s warfare in progress. The battleground is in your cranium.

Mental grenades going BANG BANG! POW! POW! against faulty titanium.

Who will win this battle? Your dreams or fears?

Can you picture yourself smiling or forever sulking in tears?

Well you have a chance to unlock these chains.

The opportunity to discover new roads or stay in the lane.

You keep talking on the speak-phone that you want to commit to change.

Unlock. You’re On The Clock. Let’s See This New Change.

Cheers!

Lyrical Spiritual 46.

These people don't know.

These people really don't know.

What it takes to be the man.

Looking for handouts with open clean hands.

Throwing rocks with those devilish grins.

Then sitting at the bar weeping about life next to the gin.

You're not born a hater; molding the bullshit from the start.

Standing on the streets exhibiting the newest smugged art.

Finally got that big ass chain. Golf clap to your direction.

Where's your rent money? Welp...time to find a new location.

You can't even go to the store to buy your next meal.

But hey you finally got that chain right?? Big deal.

You just don't know.

There's more to life than just a chain.

Putting that work in to keep the shine maintained.

Throwing stacks like nothing doesn't make you a superstar.

It's what you do behind the money that makes what you really are.

Cheers!