2 Foe Da Money Books

Section 1

In mist and shadow a man waits, pain adored he knows that life has
problems and change. He is blessed with a strong name, a strong frame
also with a will of pride.
But the time and and dates don't repeat there selves only days do.  No
thoughts of none no plan no purpose just strength and will. He salutes
his gun that's all, A father to children  but a slave to the streets.
Atrius is his name. Welcome to the streets.

      Life these days don't seem to be worth living for its the same shit
everyday, loneliness and weed don't mix puff after puff pure purple
filling his lungs Atrius just embraces the high. His mind racing in
several directions vodka and cranberry doesn't help either, but when
your lost for time and no solution on what you should do drugs become
our back bone for answers to questions.
A world turned upside down because of careless decisions allowing pride
and ego to get in the way of eternal love and a families foundation what
once was is now forever lost. Atrius remembers the days of happiness and
hope and the day he said ameerah will you marry me, that feeling like a
colony of fire ants racing out of there tunnels, more like leaves on oak
trees blowing freely in the wind. The weed has him analyzing every
thought, but his drink makes him subtle. Pictures posted all over the
apartment, his daughters toys scrambled all around in deepest sadness
and rage he utters words sung by jahiem (put that woman first). Money
isn't everything but from a mans perspective it is to feed his family,
family tides are the most important thing next to pussy and a good man.
Dreams of being a dad but fulfilling your pledge as a great father.
Unity to and with your children are assets but loving you and your wife
are powerful anthems. alone in darkness restless and can't seem to fall
asleep, he throws the pillows tears fall from his eyes overwhelmed he
heads towards the living room in search for understanding. He turns on
the tube flicking channels but there is nothing on worth watching, he
turns it off and pushes play on the cd player listening to the soft
sounds of jazz to soothe his pain. Lingering around his tempo goes from
slow to fast trying not to think about his problems.