Despite my wretched use of profane
Life is a bitch, yet graceful and delicate to all in unison.
It feels as if the world is on my shoulder;
My feet are sore, my knees fail to remain still.
I can't stop now, can't give in to pain.
The fam, all praying givin' you new hopes an' goals
To look forward to; others get bent to neglect.

The first by-stander passes, watching me struggle,
Judging without sympathy or just.
The stomache an' other entrails, turn in knots.
My knees an' ankles give in.
Sore flesh and bone meet the rocks that surround.
Burdens to be lifted of fam, continue weigh more
Sharp pains crash through every fiber;
"My back, is giving way..."

In the blink of an eye, my body is reaching its limit.
My face damn near kiss the rocks.
Panic takes over, only short-lived.
Thoughts of freeing the fam, cleanse the mind of failure
So the heart can breathe.
The world becomes lighter, some burdens are lifted;
More decide to lie down, once loyal turn a blind eye
Others continue to pass as I struggle without end...

to be continued...
damn ain't wrote in a hot minute