HARD ROCK

I still got a young hustlers dream.

To help all the boys survive and become men. To help them live rich as a father who knows the importance of providing for his children. And loving your mother and the woman you are with more than a girl with good head and soft lips.

I want my eyes to see what I can’t believe. Like mending wounds made in the heat of moments, from brothers that were once cool.

Those tears show a man’s strength and growth. Blood ain’t the only thing that makes family. And love alone don’t keep a union whole.

You need trust, acknowledgement, and responsibility-especially when you fuck up. Because those trips are expensive, and that fall leaves you senseless.

I been on every tier of wealth, to broke and begging for help. But no matter how hurt- I cut off anybody that accepts being broken.

I know…

The nerve…

You gotta avoid the poison that numbs and keeps you from realizing you’re hurt.