Poem by Mike Taylor.
All men aspire to get rich and live forever.
Every life comes with weight, it’s about who can lift it better.
Ironically, every second of life brings you closer to death.
Waiting on things to happen is like constantly holding your breath.
Live now cause later it will be time to leave.
And you don’t want to be asking your Maker for more time to breathe.
No sweat like a nigga that always ride the bench.
Ain’t looking for a refund to get back from the time I spent.
He’s gonna take it all, so live it to the max, live it to the fact.
That when it’s gone it’s never coming back, it’s no boomerang or none of that.
Life is turning out to be the hardest, so I hope I can die easy.
They may know my name and birthday, but nobody can really I.D. me.
It’s been too hard living, but I ain’t a soft nigga.
When I die, everything I have is yours, take it all with ya.
But put “still grinding” on my eulogy
And of they ask about a past life say don’t ask twice cause I could never live two of these.
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