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14,324 Days and Counting

14,324 Days and Counting...
For every eighty-six thousand and four hundred seconds I'm given, I swear to God that I'm living like breath twenty-nine thousand and ninety-nine is my only limit.
Truth is just about anything and everything I've been through, is anything and everything that I've made it through. No shame, no secrets, no regrets, just living proof. Truth is I know I'm known as I'm a hero to a few, known as a villain to a few, and nothing more than just another nigger to 'em all. Still me with the scrapes and the scars.
I used to have a lot of money, I used to have none at all, I used to live in a big fancy house, I used to live in a car, I used have a storage unit full of finer things only to watch it all get auctioned off..leaving me with nothing more than memories of what used to be and insight that what was once could with enough effort be once again, but only if its value of need trumped its feeling of want.
I used to have close friends, comrades, and shooters..I used to run with a circle of that included movie stars, music legends, drug dealers, athletes, doctors, lawyers and politicians. From who's-who to hush-hush, from boardrooms to backroom gaming halls..I've been sworn in, vouched for, certified, and made. Been the right hand to wrong and on the answer through the phone.
Been to war over a country, been in a fight behind a few b*****s, been to jail for racing cars and escorted through the crowds. Been a VIP, MVP, Enemy, and target..through all though, through all of the highs and the lows, through all of the love found and love lost, family gained and family lost, friends came and friends gone...I've been Amari 14,324 and counting one hundred fifteen thousand two hundred beats at a time.

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