As I sit here welcoming a new day when the sun rises from the east. Illume and cloud of just complete anxiety of the upcoming friction of battle that awaits for me when I walk through my door to start the day. Will I be welcomed as a friend or be interacted with as an enemy and attacked on site. These are the cost of living this life that I live however the balance in the rush that I did never seems to ever keep me away from it. The drugs the sex the fast times living on the edge just a little bit more. However the fight that I deal with today is not a fight that I had started on my own. But that one out of false accusation. And mistaken identity still even though proven innocent the opposing factor keeps pressing their force wave after wave day after day it's been 6 years now. I never know when I'm going to have to worry about some kind of climatic apocalyptic event that might just stumble upon my day. Is it a kidnapping stabbing a shooting or maybe something as small as just a chick that I fucked wanting to know why I haven't called her back in an argumentative loud obnoxious tone in the middle of public. As I sit here and I take another hit of my vape. Take another hit of my dope. I feel the rush enter my lungs and the soothing of the nicotine start to mellow out my mind stand up stretch and today's the day that I'm going to try to make my way a little bit better than the day before cuz if not then I'm just a little bit deader than the last.