HINDSIGHT #114 life as it is

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As life come and go, there’s a lot of shit to know for show. Coming from the slums, the hood, the backwood, the bricks, the sticks and always on the go, yo!

Life as it is, made from the fuck up of parents that marinated to seeds progression, ingesting the essence of the parents path, caughing up an abundance of fuck ups, do the math.

Life as it is, some grow with a mom and dad there but pops not really there. Some grow with a mom and dad that really care, some grow up with Moms trying hard as the dad is a functioning hard worker on crack, beware.

Fact

Some seeds look at their parents for who they are. Some seeds give the utmost to their parents no matter how far they go, just know that the sun shine on both sides of the fence.

Reminisce

Every since the 8 or 9 month release in pain that’s so intense, look at this, that, this and another milestone of life. What it’s like to not having a dad to show you how to fix a whip, how to be better in life equipt.

In life we rip

Take a sip of the finest wine. Walking more jealous in due time. Not knowing who the real dad is but crazy when talking about what’s on the mind. Though walking through the brick jungle with heavy burdens on the shoulder, niggas don’t understand your journey as you get older.

Living bolder

Heart heavy like blood getting colder. Frozen to the chill with past tense hatery. A son like Hercules and the other like Achilles, a daughter like flip flop non stop, kumquat is here to make a rhyme yet again non stop… a daughter like a female bastard, questions bout DNA, yo fuck what they say. Just live life as it is….

Handle your biz

Was careful where the drop deep in pussy the gizz, no more eggs to feed. Pull out game was on point moving forward to the present time. Living like a black sheep covered in the blood of hate, lost cause, broken promises, shit is utterly lame.

Overall standing in its own shadow trying to reconfigure it’s name from which the scars are deep who’s to blame. Self check at as life come and go, there’s a lot of shit to know for it will show. Coming from the slums, the hood, the backwood, the bricks, the sticks and always on the go, yo!

~ The Urban Psalmist