From the Jump

7/9/17 Getting stuck sucks Call it tough luck You must be nuts I don't know you enough So why would I just Put very much trust In someone that already bluffed Over petty stuff Mosquitoes and flies starting to buzz A lot of sweat and blood As I dug Into hard ground and mud During droughts and floods The jobs weren't always easy or fun But It still got done Near and far from any kind of shrub Whether or not I had any grub I couldn't always bring or afford something to munch But had a pretty damn good hunch A potent chunk Of skunk That really stunk Combined with me getting drunk A new day and month Time for a blunt Rolled in dust Now I'm really feeling a rush Starting to nod off and slump For awhile I may not be getting up A bunch Of numbers being crunched Near the end, middle or from the jump I was in the back of the pack, and in the front Bud Has been my choice of drug Forties and tall cans I continually chug Even Mississippi Mud, straight out the jug Losing control of myself sometimes, waking up feeling like crud It's nothing I boast or feel good about, because Sometimes the night before is fuzzed I'm really feeling like a dud Not a stud I'm just not one to hold a grudge Or one to judge Not easily do I budge But I still keep on and trudge Some just can't hold their tongue Why are they still talking fudge? And trying to always act smug I don't know or care, which is why I shrug The place was bugged And thoroughly inspected with gloves Regardless of if you feel like the only one That can relate to none Don't always move at the pace of a slug Better pick up the pace, and run Underneath moon and sun Whether or not battles were lost and won Near and far waters being fished with chum I really wonder if you have a clue of where I'm coming from This always went for all not just some Get off your bum Don't do anything dumb When problems arise, try to overcome Instead of always focusing on getting numb Believe me, I've been marching to the beat of my own drum Down to change and crumbs Trust me, you don't want to be there, and neither would your mum Multiple stains across the rug Nearby an extension cord with many plugs Below a counter with coffee mugs I'm not all that sure what exists below and above This beautiful girl that loves pandas wanted to give me a hug She kept on showing me love Because of , all this I'd be there for her when push comes to shove