They don't wanna see me shine.
Exploiting my failures.
Hoping I fold under pressure but fail to realize I have a strong mind.

My hustle is God gifted.
No negativity shall prosper against me.
A hater mouth drop more **** than toilet seats.
They way I style on them is so magnificent.

Iam that something out of nothing.
Dedication, hard work, and money chasing motivated.
Iam there dream.
No assumptions.

When you have haterz that means you are the main player.
The one who gets more pay and more praise.
I thank them haterz, for your effort my success can move up like a elevator.

Every problem is like another bottle.
I'm overwhelmingly drunk of them.
Where reality itself couldn't satisfy my taste of problems free.
Drinking again..

My world is such a wonderful place of peace.
Where harmony is air.
I stink of respect of self.
My world embraced the empowerment of love that always prevails.
But, it never fails, I see hate accumulating an opportunity to break my peaceful world into pieces.

Truth is the law of my land.
I'm my own government of conquering hate with the inforcers of love.
I shall maintain positive powers that keeps my wonderful world turning.
Call yourself bringing all the hatered you got. Going against this mafia of love, trust me, you will not stand a chance.

We used to smoke **** together.
Partied with fellow co workers after work.
When it come to making money we never mix it with pleasure.

A good hearted dude.
A family man who took pride in his kids.
He did whatever to make them smile.
I miss my friend Chandler Pugh.

My heart broken in 40oz pieces.
Roll my pain up in sorrow.
Smoking thoughts blowing out memories.
Pondering why tomorrow is such a tease..

R.I.P to my fallen friend.
I pray I see you again.
With my memories of you I'ma rocking out to the end..

My fallen friend.....

So beautiful
So unique
So glorified
So deep

So loved
So hated
So oppressed
So awakened

So intelligent
So the moon
So the sun
So original..

I'm sitting here drinking and thinking trying to analyze my next step while I'm walking in the dark of uncertainty.
Overwhelmed by hardtimes when the struggle is the norm.
Living pay check to pay check keeps me even more thirsty.
If I find a second job that'll keep alcohol out of my palm.
Yea, it's real.
Like a soldier surviving in Iraq battlefields.
When God is your aid and the Holy Spirit is your compass.
What keep this soldier going is God haven't fail His promise.
I hoping something would fall through.
My state of living is not cool.
Just finished my last bottle while I'm writing this.
I'm heading back to the store for more brews.
Stay tuned for a drunk man blues..