All my life I’ve been thinking, In an ocean of thoughts I’ve been sinking
What’s a man like? How does he walk and how does he talk. What does he read and how does he write? What in earth is success about. I mean where is the deadline, when is the final shout out? There sure is no medal to determine but there must be a reward out

All my life I’ve been thinking, In an ocean of thoughts I’ve been sinking
I might not have all the answers now, I don’t think I ever will. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned: It’s to stay flexible yet still. Last few years were pretty hard so I’ve learned that life will try it’s best to tear you apart, Maybe that’s what the whole test is all about. But I promise you hey, No matter how rough things get I swear on my life I’l always be fully present were I stay. I will never touch anything with half my heart. And I might not have a recipe to a happy life even though I wish I did. But if I can attempt to explain it then I’ll tell you this: If you seek education then learn what you love and if you want to work then work on yourself. And when you’re thirsty for that life will make you dry, have a seat and feel your drink pouring down your throat and don’t stand until you’re quenched. And if you are to marry then marry a queen and if you fight then you might as well make a scene. But if you want to steal then steal gold and when you’re stuck go pray but if you pray then pray real. Whatever you are be it with all your heart. Always filter your thoughts and watch what you say, and don’t ever jump to conclusions for that God himself is grey.

All my life I’ve been thinking, In an ocean of thoughts I’ve been sinking.
No solid answer was provided by any of the books I read. It drew me more patterns added more thoughts instead. Too much frozen information at the back of my head, waiting for execution day after day night after night. Still searching an answer for what’s a man like? How should I be? How should I look and what should I see? All my high school years turned out to be a lie. I am not defined by a cigarette or how hot my girl is. My car is not a measure of how manly my flow is. **** never got me high it was all in my mind. I know that for a fact now cause I’m no longer blind. It’s like the more I grow the more colors I find. And if i was ever able to unite all those colors I’ll tell you this: It’s easy to shoot a person a real gangster is the one who resist. Know that nothing is easier than cheating on your girl yet a true person is the one who commit. And when circumstances are hot it’s very easy to back down but the survivals are the ones who never quit. I don’t know at which stage we twisted the rules for that it’s such a clear game; Know that the hard thing to do and the right thing to do are always the same.