Hurt of poverty.

I am Dirt! Tha dirt that was pounded by tha hurt of poverty. That form a seed which grew through all tha harden dirt that was packed over me.....Through my years of poverty. With no water or light I still manage to break surface through all that dirt that was on top of me...... Which sometimes was almost hard as bricks to become something unknown to human nature. I Observe and soak up all tha water and sun that was never given to me as a seed. To bloom into something no one saw or knew was coming. What am I you ask I am tha part of you where you go to keep it real I am you’re passed and without me you wouldn't be you.......I am a Lyfer every Soul in this world has a muthafucking problems. No matter who you are or what you do.... We all have problems.... So why we as people look for more problems to add on to tha ones we already got beats tha hell out of me... Like for example start with beef, setting lies, making drama and so and so I know we can't all get along but fuck my people. Do we have to do tha dumb shit we do that causes more problems? I mean come tha fuck on half of tha shit people do today don’t need to be done. We shorting our lyfe's instead of enjoying every moment that we have to be here. It's funny cause we as people enjoy only 2 day's out our lyfe Your birthday and your death day Now that some shit .It's like when you born they are happy when you get here but they can’t wait to see how you go......aka....die. So what tha real game of lyfe is planning your death day you can die nameless, are you can die famous are you can die hopeless Fuck that I'm not dying either Way I want to die old as fuck. I want to see my grand-kids and grand- kids shit lol for real I want to enjoy every fucking min that past like right now I'm even enjoy you now reading this shit how you want to go is what you need to ask yourself freedom, Love and happiness to all selah...Sometimes we feel along but yet we are surrounded by people; Sometimes we feel  dead but yet we still can be seen. Sometimes we look so weak but yet somehow we're strong. Sometimes it seem like we're crying with no tears coming from our eyes. We go home every day and yet  still feel homeless sometimes. we feel our lyfe slipping away but yet we find someway to still holding on to something. we can read for hours but forget in a min Sometimes tha sky seem so clear but yet we can still feel tha storm coming on us. Sometimes we feel free but  lock up in this world trying to find our window to look out sometimes