Untitled December 16th

losing sleep
to work my way back to where i used to be
no excuses
being the best hustler I can be
and it feels so free
like no one can own me
one day at a time
letting go of and leaving little in my wake
Nothing’s promised
if man don’t work; a man don’t
I haven’t been
so hungry since i woke up
in an old lincoln
drove half the states just to air out my clothes
and it feels so free
like no one can own me
one day at a time
picking up the slack and going on my way
Nothing’s promise
A man don’t work: a man don’t eat
Eat want and want all that you can eat
swallow what you can and run along before your late

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