Fa sho

Fa sho all I know is we born to die. Searching for purpose keeps us exploring fa sho so we continuously dig like a hoe . God says we shall reap what we sow. Comfortably numbing myself with each and every line of blow. Rain sleet or snow on the block until my toes froze hustling to survive fa sho is how we flow what's in the dark in the the light will grow. Only Lord knows will I survive another day duck n run from these po po God bless fa sho