I should be standing outside a liquor store shaking a tin cup going "why!?".
Or I should be walking back and forth in a jail cell wondering how I ended up there.
The key is sometimes you gotta sit when them wounds become apparent. You gotta look at where you at in a situation. Yeah there was a period in my life where I woke up and thought about pulling the trigger and ending it all.
But I looked to the small things in life that kept me from hopping off that cliff.
Now I wake up next to my rock (wife) and my gift (son) stumbling towards me.
I ain't a billionaire, but goddamn it, can't nothing knock me off my focus now.
Be gentle with yourselves young brehs, those people who reach out to you out of the blue on some cool shyt is your life line to better days. Believe that.