Visions

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life

Visions speak to me in surround sound, as the visual plays in high definition clear as the sight of a child with 20/20 vision. The decisions I make affect my future living, my plans of wealth a picture perfect health, with ups and downs, in and outs, this picture slowly diminishes to something else. Considered a low life because my plans didn't go right, the future looked so bright but now it's dim like a low light, all because I didn't keep my ship tight. Momma always said it would be days like this, on the other hand no she didn't because I wasn't raised like this, how did my path get paved like this? Oh I remember...I wanted an easy day, making money the easy way, that hood ish, educated, but dreamed of being hood rich. Using my hood sense instead of common sense to carve a path in life that would compliment my confidence. Instead I chose the thug life, selling drugs life, mistaking it as the good life, the fast life, a lot of cash life, the wondering everyday is this my last life, I'm in too deep life, the I ain't slept in weeks life, the rough life, the tough life, the I can't get enough life, jail life, no bail life, how did I end up in hell life. The truth is I got lost in life when I went left on easy street, when I should've made that right on hard work and success, now my future is what I'm facing, my steps I'm retracing, just to find what I lost when it was dreams that I was chasing.