“My ambition to win, just to get me some ends. Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a Benz. I saw momma praying, as she wait on results…”

I know now that my ambition is not enough. Basically, what I know now is that I am free-styling through this thing. I got dreams but i never dream right, I only dream of results, I never dream of how I’m gonna get there… Clearly, I’m a loser.

You know its crazy… dem niggas are not even among the upper class of the rich. I’m definitely gonna have to learn how to be comfortable with these crumbs…

(Source: 36ouncers, via dpfndsdnr)

Welcome to America

• where the politicians in government pass laws based on the money given to them by the lobbyists, corporations and rich people,
• where the middle class and the poor are taxed at higher rates than the rich, 
• where the government won’t handle its debt,
• where the government won’t create universal healthcare even though there is a serious obesity problem,
• where the government won’t educate its children properly,
• where the government tells every woman what she can or cannot do with her uterus,
• where the government has decided that you need to be 21 to drink, but 18 to kill,
• where the people care more about Kim Kardashian’s makeup than about why their government spends billions of dollars every year on non-existent threats to national defense,
• where people still think racism doesn’t exist
• where the bankers raped the taxpayers, and then got the taxpayers to use their own money to clean up the banks’ mistakes.

its a funny place this America.

“Talk with anacondas, at least I’m being honest”

“if wishes had wings, they’d all make it to heaven and we’ll all be kings…”

(Source: california-surfin, via reddoorhouse)

I think I can safely say, that on any given day my mood is directly proportional to the amount of good music that I get to hear

Alcohol helps too, but it’s all about the music.

“It wasn’t me that changed, you just stayed the same…”

I’m really out here on some shit, so even when I miss, it’s like I hit…

just enough rope to hang yourself, but “Keep trying” they say, keep trying…

“Now a cast-away, another fallen cliche, so he lights a cigarette and asks, “How did things end up this way?”

“He has no one to blame but his own naïveté, as the shame eats him away, he descends into a slow decay.”

“One too many starting over speeches”

He remembers it like yesterday, The way he was celebrating a triumph over “the middle”. But, he never left the rut, he’s still stuck in the riddle. Its a tale so old - the one where he confuses rhinestones with gold.

He thought had finally found the way, that he had learned how to move his boat away from the bay, that the winds he could now sway, that soon he would have his day.

So he set up his sail, and worked hard to get the right aim, but the winds never came. So he thought, “is this a waiting game? Does it even have a name?”. He stayed and maintained, but the winds remained unchanged. But he thought he was finally unchained. Was it cause he did not pray? Who knows, only time will say, why his boat did not sway in the right way.

He always feared that he might over-stay, and never be able to pull away. So he acted without delay, moving his boat in a way that’s risqué, hoping to rush away, trying to slip away.

But to his dismay, his boat floats astray, far far away, to a place that’s gray, a place filled with demons where he is nothing more than prey. How he wishes he were back at the bay.

He has no one to blame but his own naïveté, as the shame eats him away, he descends into a slow decay. Now a cast-away, another fallen cliche, so he lights a cigarette and asks, “How did things end up this way? Surely there must be some other way.”

(Source: fearandhope)

“We really out here my n****” - (Kendrick Lamar on Ronald Reagan Era)

“Free-styling through life with only three tools. I know i’m a fool, but maybe one day, I can pull away, to a mind-state thats not grey, even if thats a little cliche”

(Source: fearandhope)

Plateau

I get it. We gotta strive to reach ‘em. I tried to reach the next plateau, and honestly I lost. The repercussions of trying resulted in a loss that far outweighed the benefits of reaching for the plateau…

I’ve been unable to recover. It’s made my depression worse, it’s made me more ashamed, it’s fucked me up… Why didn’t I just stay in my position? Why did I try when I knew I had so much to lose? What did I do wrong? Why did I lose so much?

Why?