Ain't no grave can hold my body down.

A young, confused, individual, seeking his own redemption, one step at a time.

Work.

Been working hard as of late, not hard enough. A work in process, a work no one’s truly aware of, something that comes full head within every little thing i infact do. Something I’ve wanted for a long time. Something I’ve yearned for, but it seems no matter how hard i work..it still seems so distant. Yet i still work, feeling it’ll pay off..physically, mentally, one day…one day..i hope. I even often feel as if i’m self destructing..just for this one thing. It aint my #1..but it can be..