for a while now tbh. IDK i think about going out ina blaze of glory everyday
I feel you, I lost a lot of comrades whether in prison or from the streets. I suffer from survivor guilt. Like I made it out alive. When I know people that I felt were smarter, faster and stronger than me. But, they didn't make it, some got jammed up. Some died early in life, others didn't even see 25. I know about talking to somebody today, and they gone tomorrow. My best friend named Red, his brother HJ, was coming down the street, we chopped it up. Laughed, and we dap up, he dip. The next day, he on the news, dead. Set up by a bytch breh, nikka I was hurt.
Now I ain't gone open no case's, so less leave it there.
My og getting out probably around my b day, but you know how long he been gone breh? Damn near 30 years. I got a pic of me n him, back when you'd have b days at McDonald's in the days. Course im grown now, a grown man in fact.
What im saying is this breh, whatever you do keep your face card true breh. Whatever you doing to keep your composure, sanity keep doing it. Trust me, speaking things into existence is real. And a lot of times, we as men have to tighten our belt, grit our teeth and pat ourselves on the back when we done. But, that's just it, a man work never done.
We have to try, and accomplish doing more, as opposed to saying more......"at the end of the day, more will be said than done"
Long as you can look in that mirror, and YOU aint got no problem with who you looking back at. Then nikka fukk the world.
Cause the world dont care about me or you, its gone keep spinning. And all the bytches, the cars, the clothes, the dope(weed), the jewelry, the vacations, the beefs, my nikka. That shyt is nothing. Everything under the sun is old. Do what's in yo heart is right, stand on yo own two like you been doing, and appreciate the memories That you have whether good or bad.
Mo fi yah, I refuse. Cause in the end, we all gone be memories. 6ft of dirt makes us all even in the end.
