my shoes

those sleepless nights, where

darkeness turns too light, where  

the sweet soud of silence is abruptly disturbed by the alarm clock, where

never contemplating getting up is an option cuz as my gran mother said the early birds get the worm first

so im up on my feet grinding thru the hood aint i a beast  any way to make it is a good way to me cuz life wasnt an option but i am here now and aint nobody stoping me im in it for the crown