Have a presentation due on this tomorrow and I’ve no clue what’s going on. I hate presenting other people’s work.
The anger in me just will not subside. It’s relentless and tied to so mamy things…the struggle continues.
Ambitions of a young man
These old heads don’t know how bad it is out here.
They don’t know that everyday in their complacency,
There’s a young hungry motherfucker getting ready
To take their spot. Watching their every move and,
augmenting their successes and correcting their mistakes.
Them youngins done forsaken everything, even love.
For their chance in to take what you got. While you sleep,
They’re up at the crack of dawn, and rest a few hours in the night.
Hell, even when they dream, they’re coming for your neck.
Not physically, but the kill mentality is the same; your time is up.
Through your daily routine, sometimes coming in contact with them.
You might see it in their eyes,Or the way they smirk.
That ambition, it’s the fire keeping that youngin hot on your heels.
They know what you don’t. They been retracing your step and doing
What you didn’t and couldn’t do. Shit, they’re a better version of YOU.
Like a hungry animal, they trying to eat; and you’re looking like meat.
Stay on your toes old head, cause these youngins ain’t got no fear.
