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Sometime when I was younger. I lost who I was and maybe even what i stood for.
could it be, I lost my mind, I never could figure this out.

It's been a struggle and I feel the pain Everyday. Praying for a change for my momma case. I tell her I'm never going to give up, but in reality sometimes your all is not enough.

My struggle has been my motivation. my motivation has created this hustle. But a hustle wont prepare you. Too tell your kid wipe those tears. There is nothing to fear, nothing promised tomorrow.

Through out everything I'm still lost, no path to choose from. I'm stuck with the question who am I, am I worth living while walking around emotionless, feeling as if I'm soulless.