Random Thoughts 2

Trying to battle the storm I gave up
When my mind’s on cruise control I don’t need no wakin up
I miss the streets much
But the employment in selling drugs hours was just too much
I’m learning to teach is not to rush
And sometimes to receive is not to want
My brain is full of hopeful grateful gains
Like a beautiful face and soul that’s just the same
Business is what I’ve chose to fit in
I gave up my white tees to change the life of me
If I try hard enough I just might succeed
And to think otherwise should be obviously obsolete