What U Make of It

i sit and focus on my purpose// provin to myself, and then the world, that im not worthless// contemplate measures to take to make it hurt less// the pain that courses through my viens// every thought seems to go against the grain// nothing i do that i used to feels quite the same// but i sit and smoke and zone out to see the world simple and plain// everything we do is a play in a game// with consequences that are real and can potentially mame// and mutulate your vision of whut is ur true fate// a date with destiny that will eventually take place// but until then the physical is stuck in the same place// but the mental roams around freely at its own pace// sometimes rapid, other times sluggish// life has the potential to proceed the smoothest or the roughest// its all what we make of it// the way we roll with the punches// and counter with hooks that cause us to be triumphant// able to look through the dumb and evaluate quickly on wut to come with// whether to duck left right or back// then to determine the best route of attack// and like that the obstacle that had us seemingly trapped// has passed like a mic in a cypher at night// filled with only kids who had hunger and drastic appetite// to hold that device that aids our raps so nice// see life is like a blunt u twist// its all what u make of it...