Through Him;

Why do I work so hard? Why? I’ve already partied for 5 years straight. I’ve traveled the world more times than most people have left their city.

So why?

There’s a Kurdish Kid out there that thinks he’s some Victim.

That he’s a loser and he’ll always stay a loser.

Then one day he’ll hear about me.

How absolutely Dope I am. The incredible life I lived.

And they’ll talk about me.

And he’ll remember he’s a loser because he’s lazy and fat.

Not because he can’t or is inevitably Shit.

At that point, he’ll call my name from Heaven.

And I will hear it. And lend him the Strength to conquer everything he sets his mind to.

And through Him.

I will be Alive again.