ON MY BLOCK

Stand firm to give yourself the best chance. Tall as the weeds, showing your home needs attention. That's what I will always try to give. Ain’t no handouts in this world. You're crippled if you're not useful. Even when I'm angry, I won't subtract our years, spinning us in circles until my resolve hurts you.

And me. I'm strong enough to admit I'm scared. You reject my simple “be better” advice for a teeth-and-bone colliding with knuckle truth, knocking heads until they're hard enough to hope and pray for damage.

I'm a dreamer, lazy with ambition, like a youth who's hungry but sees imperfect help as negative. When I show positive is real, you dissect how I live.

I'm not always happy. The thought escaped me most of my life. Sometimes I'm at peace because I kept you from the streets. My nightmare is seeing you stuck in front of the drug you've been attached to since a child, remembering the hills of powder I thought was sugar that ran through a gang of elders, parents, and relatives.

I listen to old music they used for a guide. They never escaped the MAZE and couldn't hold onto those happy feelings escaping reality brought. My heart skips in shock at how close death feels, and I get energized because I don't want to run out of time.

You gotta live on. Build something new. Success is always close. I desire it, carry it, and help you find and hold more love than a busy father has in his last kiss, smile, or hug.

Music I'm Enjoying

Scarface (The Legendary Rapper)

Book I'm still Reading

Tubal-Cain (The Ancient Masonic Blacksmith God)

Dad Joke

Why did the snowman suddenly smile? He could see the snowblower coming.

To all the Father's wondering HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS?

My advice is "Just don't pull out!"