I want to share my lonesome tale...and how unaware I was of my daredevil lifestyle. Being complacent I wasn't searching for a different placement, I could feel my insides urging for change...the voice in my head screaming at me, telling me how I need to accumulate higher figures, be with the ladies with the thick figure...acquire the latest tech, right at the time I was looking for a teq to fire. Split thoughts surrounded by grit...a packs of hounds looking for the loot, rounds of ammo...only fear was the sounds of sirens, dreams of going from camels to spacious maybacks. Stacks of notes kept in old shoe boxes, RICHFOREVER was the slogan...no brother left in a ditch. Change was still knocking at my door, endless herb smoking making me think. I wanted to educate my mind and be in control of my fate, reading books was new my new high, seeking knowledge....so I made a pledge to quinch this new found thirst.
