What is one to do when looking through the rear view? I often look at me but seeing through myself..vivid in color are the great recollections it seems like yesterday I was feeling affection.. like the calm after the storm bad memories  subside..they fade into a sea of darkness..(black and white) what to do now? gotta move on? gotta be strong? trust in love is what they say but hate has never let me down.. all I know is that life is a bitch and if I could see the mother fucker I’d punch it the face.. clinging to the memories in alcohol we sometimes trust and sleep brings relief. .piss out these bad emotions or sleep it  away. the battle within myself.I am my worst enemy.growing up with a hard shell, stomping through the block and giving motherfuckers hell.. somewhere in the darkness of my mind, did I lose myself? a broken heart, time to pick up the pieces and  flip it like a sack while high side on this track. know what I mean? gotta re up on this happy shit..Laughing at those who hate.. ha ha ha bitch, ya I couldn’t wait..watch me shine.. my writing is a reflection of my life when I drop this line.. can you sometimes taste the hate because karma is a motherfucker can’t help to wonder what’s going to be my fate.i never meant to be so cold I’m just going to stand strong, not fold. these feelings,  long since they’ve been rearranged.. some say what have I become, but I never changed