08/05/2023
Proverbs 27:17-21
Steel sharpens steel, as a friend sharpens a friend. Ironic how we deal with friends turned foes who steal from us in the end. The ones always asking for money, and mad when we don’t give it. The soul drainers, those that don’t kno discipline or constrainment. Those that are lost yet unwilling to pay the cost. Some good men can be hustlers and dealers. I suppose less could tolerate the sin of being a killer. Ion kno but somehow I gotta think bigger. Don’t know how my mind could get any sicker. The idea of taking a son from his mother. The thought of doin what’s been done to mine to another. Not ready to leave this world would rather lead my little girl. Not ready to give up a freedom, I’ve yet to even seen come true. Drowned thoughts in a bottle, bottled thoughts from a pill. Clouded emotions from losses, shrouded tendencies to kill. So instead I write, rhyme and make. Take my time and fight to create. Books, poetry, and zines. Business plans and fiscal schemes. All gas no brakes, if u don’t like it I’m not sorry. I, not another soul, will be the author of my own story. I need individuals around me who’s willin to do the same. Stacking IP’s to collect residuals for our kin when we’re in the grave. Accountability partners, in business and life. Able to tell God we gave our all before we upended and died