Slavery taught black people how to survive but not how to live

I’m not sure how I intend to make a living but I’m gonna make it out the hood one day I’m not tryna be poor forever & I’m done with going to jail wasted years of my life I can never get back I’m just tryna do exactly what it is I said I would can’t deviate from the mission when u in a stabilized position it’s better to not get noticed then to be looked down upon can’t be stupid nowadays u have to want to survive & u have to keep moving forward to do that I’m thinking to much sometimes so I smoke marijuana to ease my mind & when I see my life through the eyes of the Lord I’ll leave all my worries behind take up my cross daily & live for nobody but Jesus in my room making music for the boredom but I know it’s stupid to waste time on useless projects I hope my journalism isn’t worthless yet I throw them in the garbage instead of saving them for what who wants to read my thoughts I will share my story with u if u would share your dollar with me

If u don’t got nothing good to say then don’t say nothing at all

I believe that writing is different than typing it takes more concentration with less suggestions unless u brain stormed our thoughts are powerful ideas spark inventions & inventions spark evolution if I’m right this just a opinion on the topic of writers having soft hands compared to someone working in construction I’m constantly being tempted by the she devil to be a *** toy for her pleasure not mine I don’t bust a nut all the time I use my fleshlight because of the material needing lubricant instead of natural juices it causes tension on top of the tension I’m trying to release in the first place I won’t a new perspective to be appreciated & loved is all I want I’m getting support from friends & family so I’m in good hands needing a check but I’m a felon with a fetish for marijuana I’ll quit but I don’t know what it would take to replace the feeling or would the desire just vanish ?