Being broke truly was better.
A cold house felt warmer with the family together.
I haven’t spoken to my brothers in years.
They can’t understand prison one of my biggest fears.
Success cost me everything just to give Uncle Sam twenty five percent.
& if I quit who will pay Grandma’s rent?
Who keeps mom on her feet?
This why every weekend I’m asleep.
Back then there was a smaller line.
With anxiety & depression it appears you’re in pain all the time.
You can’t buy peace, you have to choose It.
Success might cost everything, be prepared to lose it.