I think I have always wanted to carve a niche for myself as someone who had super believe In himself. I did like people to understand I was not someone who really wanted to do what the people wanted. I have actually had a desire to always not do what everyone thinks is comfortable because I have not always thought anything as a comfort-table. I love to do what I want, and not want you want. I always just wish that what I want, happens to be really what I really should want.
Not being a very confident and consistent believer of the gospel, I was not surprise how I took to the ghetto. After being confident and arrogant about life's existence, I was not too late to embrace the ghetto gospel. The gospel came to me in the ghetto, the ghetto came to me after the gospel. I was in the ghetto but I loved the gospel, I had my friend gospel, he was not in the ghetto, he did not love the gospel either, he loved the ghetto. Thinking about the options present. I had to make sure I took the best present. Allowing my soul to nurture my body or allowing my body to mature my soul. It was worse than the devil and the red sea. Survival was eminent here, I was really choked up in there. I needed redemption, the ghetto gospel had redemption. It was time, I needed to be faster than time, all I had was my time before the law could make me do time.
If my love for the streets was going to make my balance sheets cool, then I was going to make sure I still made the streets my tool. The laws of the book are not crook, but the men on the books are all crooks. There is no difference between an empty cup and a dry cup. They both have no value. I needed some value. I became CoperateStreetBoy* lover of the ghetto gospel. Set your mind free, free your mind.
_CoperateStreetBoy*
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