Walking down the street, stop and look down at the concret, stare for awhile n think, what am i doing here? From all this time you been gone, from all this time i been lost, i finally got enough blood in my viens to pump it up into my brain, and relize there was a reason. A reason for leaving me, a reason for shanking your pain into me like a herion needle piercing through my life destroying all my plans n dreams, killing all forms of sucsess n turning me into nothing more then a blunt blowing cocaine sniffing lil man hoe. Or atleast thats what everyones believing to see in me, thinking i fallow in your path, but destiny does not flow and pass on though blood it comes n changes with every desicion i make. You drownded me in tequila n whiskey but over time i learned slowly to survive without your help, never had it anyways, i built a boat made of strength that flows in the path of my faith, beliving i can get to the top, finding that shallow shore i can rest upon and live my life without thinking it was my fault for you leaving. So i'll pick up these books n start learning cuz im not turning out to be a failure like you, im taking the road to the top n your not stoping me anymore next time you look back hoping you will find me i'll be to far ahead for you to catch!
-Me