If I don’t grind.
My son don’t eat.
If I don’t grind.
My son will struggle to land on his feet.
If I don’t grind.
My family will go through a winter with no heat.
If I don’t grind.
I settle for defeat.
If I don’t grind.
I’ll continue to be underneath.
If I don’t grind.
I won’t live a rich life.

Everyday that goes by I notice the progress I make, the people that act fake and the strength of my faith. I’m a young father, to some that brings regret, to me it brings pride and grind. Jayce Anthony is my pre-workout boost, adrenaline,  motivation and my entire life. With him I will achieve everything and anything I put infront of me. One thing I will always preach to him is to be anything he desires to be. Once he took his first breath he took mine away. His daddy’s hand is one thing that he’ll have in his life to stay. When there’s a cub around there’s a momma bear but don’t ever sleep on the daddy bear.

That bone chilling feeling you get when you remember one day will be your last day.

Hours and hours of our own time spent working for money. Just so we can spend it in a matter of seconds.

A nation where the people “elect” their leaders just  so the leaders can ignore their people...

A nickel can’t love a dime. A dime can’t love a nickel.

I have the most warmest, coldest, darkest, brightest heart.

How can someone settle in a world you only see once.

Setting my stubborn ways aside I’ve come to understand I am not always right. Room for knowledge is infinite.