Acceptance not manditory

I'm ten toes down in my truth holding my square, in the midst of ghetto bitches with taco meat edges and long Brazilian hair, the game aint fair, but the game is life---so who's to say in anyway who wrong or whose right?..... Right? We own the night, vampin, as we say--- in it to win it and spend it everyday, we don't play fair we dominate, but you aint bout that there---so you gotta hate. Designer we got the finer carbon fiber liner on Forgiato tires fireplaces with gas fires---fences fountains and floodlights that'll blind ya--- see that wrist he a shiner---see them shoes she a grinder--the blade simonized her.  A few instructions and the streets corruption can make something so beautiful appear ugly in its dysfunction but it means nothing when all  you touching turns to gold, its just........sometimes....the nites are cold. dreams and nightmares at the same damn time blessed by the God and D'evils in the same damn signs, feeling like a motherless child gripping an iced out rosary tattooing holy scrolls on me praying for the person i supposed to be praying he illuminate this road he chose for me praying he watch over me, strolling a ---green mile......No church in da wild.  The joke like even my plates round cause squares cant be down unless it holds shoes, bills, or comes with surround sound.  A twisted mind on an endless grind with limited time sips of vodka lime sits and twist a dime activist wit sprite is fine but i would much rather lean cuz my purse is too heavy.  With broken hopes and hardened hearts we all play our part, My tears could break the levy...my years make me feel heavy....my initiation was due to frustration disguised as determination wrapped in desperation seeing as my station was keeping me stationary.  Dancing Bears.......So when the train stopped in front of me I hopped on it humbly everything numb in me pretty sure I was in the caboose aka the trains ass but I would work up to first class cuz its sumthin in me.  Lets take the long ride I got brains I got pride and one way ticket.  There is no regrets only knowledge school of hard knocks call it the corner college, and this collage of faces and places cold steel bracelets courtrooms and court cases most never make it beyond the place where they started.  Others are dearly departed resting in paradise crap shoot roll the dice, I wonder if Tupac was right and heaven really got a ghetto.  I wonder if you could walk a mile in my stilettos.....Top of the morning.  Throw on my Jordans and they still might not fit..... even comfortable as this you still hear the hiss of the judgmental whispering of your wasted potential but confused in your mental cause you just left the jeweler with twelve racks.  Cup size looking like a Double D sitting in Wing Stop trying to cut a side deal on the wings with the cook in the back cuz you want some shit for free.  Real shit You probably wouldn't know how to act. Real shit You probably be paranoid you'd get jacked.  Real shit You wont jump off the porch like that cuz is takes Cohnes and all I really know is you aint built like that.  I take the good with the bad a little angry a little sad boil it in a pot with a whole lot of I DONT GIVE A FUCK.......the next day I get up and .......
I'm ten toes down in my truth holding my square, all I'm saying is this ............respect my edges bitch.