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I remember asking my mom how her brother died. I was 12, she sat me down right by her side. She said, “Johnny was like you,” she tried not to cry. But she did. “Johnny got hit by a trucker DUI.” He was 16, body found near his bike. Felt bad I asked, but I always wondered: why her siblings were so distant like that summer sky. But we don’t always pick our battles; God does sometimes.

I need to call out my angels to help me through this. So much pain and distraction, I can see the abyss, of memories, interactions that I want to forget. God turn me into a Phoenix ‘for I fall off this cliff.

When I ask my mom how her sister passed, she didn’t cry this time but she got really sad. Told me, “she was thrown outta car going really fast.” The man who did fled the scene; they never got his ass. Then when my mom kept talking, she got really mad. Told her Cherie’s our Angel for when life’s really bad, only good die young, and be grateful for the time you had.

I need to call out my angels to help me through this. So much pain and distraction, I can see the abyss, of memories, interactions that I want to forget. God turn me into a Phoenix ‘for I fall off this cliff.

I’m startin to recognize the person in the mirror again, startin to think clearer again. It’s a miracle, a spiritual experience. My inner voice is my hero again. I’m zeroing in on improving how to talk to my spirit again. No better feeling than feeling yourself. Your mental health is more important than your status or wealth. Happiness cannot be achieved because it is felt. Meaning the struggle is what we strive to live in, given our circumstances in hell or what we perceive hell is. Well, it’s more complicated, hard to explain it. You can have everything and still be complaining. You can have nothing and still be elated. Happiness and money are not related. Just cuz you make shit, don’t mean you “made it.” If you don’t get it now, you’ll get it belated.

When I feel low, I just don’t know how to get out out and choose where to go. But when I feel high, I soar through the sky, find the right path and don’t ask why.

I’m starting to recognize that respect lies within the bounds of the back of the head and the eyes, I mean the mind. Just because someone wrote it down, doesn’t mean it’s right. Question lies, deceit and spite. You’ll find a message hidden in between the lines. Don’t just accept and read things blind. I’m startin to respect my feelings inside. I’m starting to realize that people transfer pain cuz they don’t feel right. I’m startin to manage my thoughts when I feel low because you know you can’t always feel high.

When I feel low, I just don’t know how to get out out and choose where to go. But when I feel high, I soar through the sky, find the right path and don’t ask why.

I lied there on ground after being shot from a pistol round. Smoke blazed up in the air but I didn’t let it get me down. Drew my gun from the hip and all he heard was a single sound.

There ain’t no mercy in the roughest parts or the Wild West. Just grit and hope that the bullet doesn’t hit your chest

I got up and walked it off and didn’t answer when the reaper knocked.
Walked off with a bullet too ‘cause ain’t no one gonna pull it through. Bandits and robbers lurk in alleys of every store clerk. Don’t take it personal, in the Wild West everyone’s a jerk.

There ain’t no mercy in the roughest parts or the Wild West. Just grit and hope that the bullet doesn’t hit your chest