Siddhartha said life is suffering, a state of perpetual smothering where every breath is gasped through motions of pain and suffering. Coveting what you do not posses yet possession brings no comforting, still trapped in a perpetual state of suffering. Acclimating to your own stress yet finding no end to the suffering, feeling like your dead inside yet your body continues functioning..Yet Shit .. I keep Grindin. I know there’s got to be something at the end of all my struggling, there has got to be an end to my perpetual state of suffering. As long as I breath I’ll keep climbing, with decisions made in bad timing I still search for what ever it is in this world that’s worth finding, trying to break free of these chains that are perpetually binding, Behind no one or no thing will you ever find me hiding. Always standing out in the open screaming fuck the world while undermining my fate that’s perpetually guiding me to do nothing but hate maintaining the attitude I’m Either gonna get my shit straight or I’m just gonna kill myself trying, If existence is a journey I chose to move towards life because the only alternative is dying, finding solace only in this state of perpetual steady grindin..Look in my eyes, straight blood shot from life’s proverbial buckshot, dying inside from the blood clot caused by the trauma of what I don’t got but what I do and who I am is what keeps me smiling as long as the sun keeps shining, my infinite drive to perpetually stay steady grindin..