Life

Stuck in life's quicksand as I stand with this holy can in my hand, I wither away like the Ashes that hold the dope I have no hope, life Blowing away like the smoke I exhale from smoking this coke. God's plan for this land full of hopes and dreams. Aint a plan without say tan dope fiends and illegal schemes. Man and woman, girl or little boy. Caucasian or African, We're all toys in Satan's ploy. Life like chess, I must confess this thing called life ain't no joke. Stress in my manifest, try my best to be blessed but still I choke. Try to poke inside my mental even the average bloke would have a stroke. Try to lead by example, so my seeds won't have to sample, poverty and Dirty Deeds, being judged by one holding a mantle. Try to vision being in prison or 6 ft deep because you didn't listen. Make it your mission to use Precision in the choices you are given. But how can one lead, when one is lost in life itself?how can one see ,the things I need to succeed if I can't see it myself?