Onward

And life changes,

Just enjoy when you got it,
Let it go when it goes,
Our memories remain in my brain's condors,
Life is a bike, to keep your balance keep going forwards

D.O.B (death of a bro)

This is a call to my few associates

Who tell dirty jokes with mates

Too many cats still in the tree house

Too many watch run's house in their mom's house

That laundry ain't going to do itself.

This girl wants a man not herself

That's why she didn't give herself

Though you were, now you got to play with yourself

This guy needs j-o-b

This guy needs a stronger P

This guy needs an apartment, Jack Daniels or a steak

Your blankets cum-a-part, Even Stevens, easy cake

No tips from bros will help you become a man

I made it from myself, start from scratch damn

Stop bullshiting, time is ticking, your mom is crying

I want you to feel threaten, cause we are all dying

Cloudy Sunday

Whats worse?
Not reaching your dreams, or
Making it and realizing they weren't high enough?


“Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.” – Teddy Roosevelt

The quick ones

Short time, when I left easy to forget

Girl I wanna run the world, you? what do I get. 

Don't worry, you weren't the first or the last 

Spare time, wish you were mine, steal you - a crime 

I knew it wasn't new, well you knew too, 

Still if I didn't change something had to give, 

Looks like my gift was free days, rather mine, 

Man! I should have traded lays for time 

Or money for honey, I guess I'll go back to my craft on
Call me Jerry, I'm trying to get my kramer on

Will, trying to get my jiggy on

Jigga, tryin' to get my hova on

So this is the end between you and me,

I'll go back to this game that's going to get me them.

So even if its a no now. I know I'll buy her out

Once I hit it big, I guess now I get a call back huhh?

"A task"

A task

A grade

A goal

A purpose

Coming to the end of year, we take one last breath in order to reflect.

This year is different, four years of experience to weigh.

Should I tell you a story of success of reject?

But rather I’ll tell you this

Childhood energy and emotion, mixed with world-wide ambitions.

Clichés had no meaning until we saw meaningful failure.

Failure has never looked this ill till we saw admission.

But we made it

Good intentions, bad decisions more likely mentions

No matter your race, no child wants the police to talk to their parents.

The close calls’, the almost’s and the never have’s

But we did take with us the have’s J

Friends, too many to count, a number of them may have sold me out

Blood dripping down the spine, the dagger is actually mine.

The “moment” friends, here for a moment but gone in a drought

But we did have the “friend’s moment”

Would there be any harm in telling you I haven’t done this before

Or these winds are breaking down my fort?

Or that I do not have a plan, old sport?

But maybe, the plan actually worked

My motivation may have been depleted but I have grown disciplines

My failures were hurtful, but I have grown calluses

Their clichés are now my own words of wisdom

And I pleasantly give them

The contradictions of persons make the reality of people

I would rather die enormous than live dormant.

So I treat this line like my last

And my last like my first

With any demand or strain placed on me I approach it headfirst