Word on the Street.
The alive wants to be dead,
the dead wants to be alive.
Is this what we gotta do just to survive?
Go school, stay broke, and work your ass off. Stay true, stay hard, never become soft.
They see that. Be too nice and you’ll be used believe that.
Trust the vibes you get , receive that and when your soul is dry you betta feed that; or you’ll die from thirst as you go on your food hunger search.
Food for thought. 11-07-17
*I was high when I wrote this*.
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