@Who's Saying This

I see a person who lives by passion, motivated by pain, enamored with success tired of being held back by worry, tired of being dissuaded by fear, kept captive by the what if it doesn't instead of  embracing the possibility of what it does... No matter how you see me finish, just remember that I'm just getting started... FTARIUTH @ll X's Finta, fixin', and 'bout to on it all, formulating a plan to rewrite 48 Laws in less than 40 days which hopefully when flicked from the tongue flows as calm... Make sense...or make cents Note ?'s from hard leads in the face of rival subjectives, Suggestions/Choices Choices For Self or For Others Promote: Living/ Object: Fear of learning as the equivalent to Inability to Comprehend Keep: Going and Giving Questions: To ask 'if' No Answer Available: If words seldom seem to transition from thought to heard Always Felt: If one is possible, another is more than likely Two Phases Must Be Pa...

Uh-huh... Pass me that lighter.. Now turn me up a bit..                       "Click, click, click, click" "Inhale, exhale Inhale, exhale Inhale, exhale" Yeah I'm ready in tha tent time to flip off the suit slide soft cross sheets key 'em chillin off the loop in the fridge 'til I'm ready for that alphabet soup off the sauce in the pan if you get then you hand fail to follow then no cup for two my friend time ta Click, click, click, Inhale, exhale, Inhale, exhale, Inhale, exhale Soon as I spark it baby we goin' Waldoff, , soon as I light it we goin' Woolworth, , soon as I fire it up we taking off, so take it all gripin' grape til the papers tall token golden flakes in all drips seeing sugar walls wide as rulers whoatmosphere is thick gettin' looser by the foot Ajustawinner by the yard while they choking off my soot I'm getting closer to catching a bag full of falling stars buy...

Live or die. *I tell myself* Deep in thought I realize. It's always life or death. *That* Deep inside my feelings hide. Cry for help. I do, I do, I do. Yessinknow *you're the only reason* Why? *I made a choice.* To live for once and be no others. Life. Without limits expectation opens roofs, I'm almost half as nice on paper as the chosen One, Who speaks the truth, dialect just like my Father leaves a fair share searching clues, gift enough photos for 'em and expect to leave roots, I need a suit head to profit while I kick it, no shoes on meet feet no shackles on my arms spinning heads around the globe life (of a) rover wit so laser beam, make copies of the scene and watch the loyal support the team, my pop & squat weights heavy on the shoulders of the fiend .iLIVE| my 1LIFE| forever. @daUze@ when I speak. ? Who's S aying This ?

-- Boy oh boy, man oh man....This whole attempt at being an author thing is something SERIOUS! I mean like hot damn! Oh shit fa'real fa'real, muh'muh'muh-MOTHERFUCKING fa'fa-REAL(?) YES I AM! Will I make it another page or will I crumble it all up and throw it away? Worth vs. Self > or = to my type & spray, that be my write & say. -- To put my life on Word thus into words for others to observe, requires a sort of loosening of nerve combined with the acceptance that I am running the risk of ridicule, and above it all letting people that I know..those who know me, and that those I don't know at all, inside of a place that I for most part I've kept to myself for the past 32 years. This may turn out to be my toughest thing I've ever done in my life and God knows..I have dealt with some very tough shit before, but shit God also knows the real shit I've been dealing with on a daily for the past few months away from this book that at this...