Promising day quickly fucking went south. And now after I get off work tonight and catch 4 burros home. I gotta get up at 4am to do it again. It was busy the second I walked in today. Tomorrow? Shiiit. Gonna be way worse. There’s no more cranberry juice in the vending machine. Water with my sandwich(es). My shoulder and neck are KILLIN for no reason. I just don’t quite have the patience today. I really thought listenin to Hol Up would make me feel better. It hasnt. And this chick is way too dependent on me emotionally. Stand on your own two. If you’re not learning from me and growing. Then why should I continue trying to help you? You need to help yourself. Let alone the turmoil that my own mind and heart are constanting fighting through.
But one day… One day… I’ll be free… One day…
Longing for that smile that make a nigga flip wild…
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