The Carwash

Our normal schedule at the wash was 8-5,

For some reason the most high left me homeless,

With barely anything but talents & my name, 6:45 am is the time,

Chilling with Tino & the crew before I make way to the wash, smoking on California’s best,

Trying to sneak another 30 mins. of sleep after finishing what I might have to eat,

Luckily it’s a summer day because winter your lucky if you even get a car that day, You might sleep the day away,

What can you say this real, no joke, no games,

5-7 cars was a good day might bounce with $150, When I was in ATL, we was selling Mary Jane & Zannies while stacking bread from the cars,

Some days I was lucky to catch a $20, some would say why subject yourself to a struggle,

But choices not all my own forces me to be on my own,

To sacrifice all the useless materials not needed for the journey, Still thanking my Heavenly Father, taking trips on the metro,

Good thing it’s my purpose I’m after, no worries, I stay hungry, never IG quitting

Some days the pain was equivalent to a heat stroke, horrific but survivable,

Sometimes I had to sell some drugs that I stole from my boss with the homie,

Only so they could feed me, come get savage with me,

the one with out a true friend to depend on, the hustle don’t stop, organize your purpose, so you can see better days than me...