Flipping burgers for a buck, feeling stranded, I guess that's my luck, underhanded, sometimes I feel that's how God planned it, and I am just struck, this can't be it for me, I know I was made to do great things in history, I am talking through words intimately, hope the reader feel me instantly, I wanna live with every inch of me, can't get bad lucks stench from me, all people do is pinch off me, freeloaders, but it's my fault I could've been a free roller, instead of a consumer I could've been conservative selling goods to other people living off them now that's the life of a parasite you choose those stairs I will take a different flight, bring my people out the darkness and into the light, by showing them that I am living right, but I got to make it over the hump though, those that have always want more, if I am living just to die why is life cherished for, all I want is that my kids straight, they mothers to say I did great, as a father, teach my kids because mine did'nt bother, it would've made it easier but without him it was harder, so I am doing what I have to do, trying to get to who I am