Sticks & Stones

Everyday a new day, a new way, a new say. I Conquered that one, there is another one waiting.  Faith always comes to mind when the rhythm is off.  Some kind of wonderful.  Priorities are intact but stubborn  to the norm.  I'm not like most animals, my shit was written different, weaved a whole other way.  May seem the same, but an opposite.  Most of the time I can't understand the way that it's paved, but then again... it's all screwed up anyway.  Money is power and then sum.  yeah! I sit and wait, but I'm sitting and driving what I built.  I roll with the punches, but even the best smell the canvas.  Taking no prisoners with a army of one solider.  Wouldn't change it, cause thats how my father wants it.  A career of struggle to get whats mine.  It gets the best of this hauler.  Everyday I have more ammunition to keep fighting.  For now I'll keep the camouflage as my main attire, even if all I have is sticks and stones, I will still make fire.
-IFOUNDSOUL2011