On this road

I've hit peeks an Valley's
Walked miles Down dark roads, streets and alleys
How much heartache does it take
Take one step forward then 2 steps back
Another misstep another mistake
Why do we forsake
For we've only got one life
And it's only right that we make this one great
So why not
Why not me
Why shouldn't I become the person I'm suppose to be
Fly free
Mind body spirit
The holy trinity
My purpose is to give my everyhing
To infinity for my baby
My world held close to my chest looking into my eyes
Posibilities are endless so why not go for the prize
Pay the price
Sacrifice
And live life for us
Don't make it all for nothing

Go hard or go bust

^^Nice therapeutic joint right there. Easily felt. I think it's safe to say we all have our own unique test prescribed just for us.

Some Cheat.
Some Quit.
Some are given the answers.
Some are failed for illegitimate reasons.

The prologue, of life.








*AraabMuzik-Guy Fisher instrumental*

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjucVc8fa94

Verse starts at 00:21



..We strive for the best
But
Is it a test?//
To see if we duress?
And if we can re-assess?//
A situation
That's needing to be addressed?
To get the nation vexed reading me via text//(Don't text and drive)
A Samsung GS-5//
My Girls mad
looking at me
Telling me 'just drive'//
I should put her in a cab
she'll be just fine//
But I gotta be a man
When its re-up time
And the economy is bad
People free up dimes//
And quarters//
My mind's a Hoarder//
Got lines galore bruh//
Like Walmart, two in the morning, with only 2, cashiers//
I only went over, to get a few, craft beers!//
And my daughter, a nightlite, by the window//
I still play, Excite Bike, by Nintendo!//(I'm a beast)
Verses, emit crescendo, on instrumentals
I'm in a Benzo, Sittin' on Larenzos//(Rental)
Contimplating, the meaning of life//
The people need to unite//
You'll be amazed, at the site, like a meteorite//
And in a rave,
With the whites?
You could be in a fight
But they be keepin'it hype//
The Radio theyre playing
SremmLife//
And he aint gotta type,
We used to be a lot alike//
I seperated variables and I got it right//
Was almost like a chariot pulled her from out a light//
She's reaching for a knife
But it's nothing out of spite//
Rocotto Relleno tonight, she's kinda nice...


Good to see you back up Em

Your world=your baby, our children=our world