8 am in Greensboro

I'm awake...
and naturally my mind is racing

You know,
Sometimes, in life, we have to do things we don't enjoy

so the fuck what.

In order to get where we want to be, in life
perhaps we have to go through some bullshit


I mean think about it...
If it was easy then eeeeeeverybody would do it.
Then what the heck could we be proud of?

not shit.


This makes me think of a good poem
by a good man,
meet Mr. Langston Hughes:

Mother to Son

Well, son, I’ll tell you:

Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

It’s had tacks in it,

And splinters,

And boards torn up,

And places with no carpet on the floor—

Bare.

But all the time

I’se been a-climbin’ on,

And reachin’ landin’s,

And turnin’ corners,

And sometimes goin’ in the dark

Where there ain’t been no light.

So boy, don’t you turn back.

Don’t you set down on the steps

’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.

Don’t you fall now—

For I’se still goin’, honey,

I’se still climbin’,

And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

I don't know how my moms did it...
She had to put up with my spoiled
ungratefulness
As she worked as hard as she could to support us

I know it was no walk in the park,
nor was it a walk up a beautiful crystal stair
but she did it
and she continues to do it.

So I vow,
to keep climbing these steps.
because I'm gonna make it


and when I do I'm gonna make sure that my mommy has an elevator

Keep your head up little niggas
and never ever give up
no matter how shitty life seems
There is always another day
Another path or another way

"Scrive for essellence"
~Gucci Mane