My Story...
So consider this write-up… A little bit about me, a reason to try & doubt me, or to simply try and figure out why these big cats wanna scout me... - ’cause to them I’m just a mouse, who’s only in it for some cheese, but whether you’re allergic to BS or you’re in it just to sneeze, the reason for this write-up is to simply appease… You.
The fan. To let you understand, my plan, that this man, will be here ’til the end, so consider me a foe, or consider me a friend, but consider me as someone, who’ll at all cost break or bend, for this beautiful barbaric business with the predetermined end.
But I suppose if this is ‘about me’, I’ve gotta start earrrlier than that, long before taking my first slam on a mat, even before hitting my first ball with a bat, basically the story of where I came from, to get where I’m at.
So the day was March 1st, the year was 1984, was it a blessing or a curse, that I got invited to the door, of life, by my mom, a wife, to blow up like a bomb or to cut like a knife, deep, be like everyone else, a sheep or to get to the top of the mountain, blaze my own trail, steep!
Cause it’s not supposed to be easy, ya never give up, never quit, ya ask how bad you want it? ya get 1 shot, this is it. So you gotta be fit, cause everything’s easier when you’re strong, ya learn the meaning of true grit, to prove all the haters wrong.
It’s about not giving a ‘hit’ with an ‘S’ in front, it’s about sacrificing your body for a well preformed stunt, it’s about growing up a runt, and making the best of your situation, so to be a bit blunt, it’s about your self-determination, & if you don’t do it for your family then at least do it for your nation, and it’s starts on the inside, so give a try to meditation.
But there I go again, flipping off track, back to fact, of selling out the Alice McKay building, packed, through the days of the football quarterbacks, sacked, and just like John Stossel heard, (at 28 seconds into the video) ‘You think this is fake?!..’ – **Smack'd!!**
To how I like to act… like me. And ever since 2003 – finding myself through TRAVEL-’f’n- I-N-G, through the day, through the night, for the pay, for the fight, for the things the felt wrong, but turned out to be right.
Until the here & the now, from the milk to the cow, for standing up for the things, that I would ‘never’ allow, like how, I took a vow, to give a voice, to the weak, a choice, to be meek, or assert truth, through the words, that I speak.
So if I did something, or did nothing, that week, would go by, and the truth about this business, is some will live, but most will die, and this reality of life, is something money can’t buy, so all you do, is try.
because in the end, it’s that friend, who will bend, but not break… who will stick with you, through the choices you make… good or bad, the emotions you fake… happy or sad, the people you’ve made proud… like your mom or your dad.
Who show you what you had, and what your not allowed to do, wrong or right, day or night, the peer pressures you’ll go through, and how you might, despite, being cloudy, still see the sky as blue, as you search for a bit of honesty, in every thing that’s true…
or not, cause in life, you only got, one shot, so if ya smoke a little pot or ya drink, do it in moder-ation, but think, don’t do it for the sen-sation or to be a dink, to get some pene-tration, the missing link, in this great na-tion, called earth, is you, and from the day of your birth, it’s been true, to see life as a curse, or a blessin, to read this as a verse or a lesson, that you learn, but it starts with your thoughts, comments, ques-tion & concern. – so if ya wanna know more ‘about me’, use the words you were given & just ask…
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