Going Thru shit

I know that Allah do be blessing me . But people be constantly stressing me. I can’t let no one get the best of me. Protecting my peace and the energy. Everyday it is 5 times I pray and I hope that I get through the night. I’m watching my back and my front. Also checking the left and the right. When you up in the game you will stay in field. play your cards when you making a deal. In time I know it will all be revealed . Cuz the love it be fake and the hate it be real. The haters I’m making them furious. I don’t be taking them serious. Wondering why they curious. My circle so small it’s a period. Even The judge tried to sentence me. I was living that life really recklessly. I ask God to grant me serenity. And protect me from friends who are enemies. Like you I be going through shit. I relax when I’m smoking a spliff. And the stacks that I hold in my grip. It’s a fact I’m supposed to be lit. So I shine like the sun. And I got to work barely time for the fun. The Things I will do to provide for my son. And know I got a gun probably riding with one. My mind on the funds it is stuck on the cash. If not in account then we stuff it in stash. Just know that I’m up in a couple of bags. I do it Boston I come from the Mass.