Shoutouts:

S/O to all the things that happen 

& those with the courage to tell the tales.

S/O to all the credit that's due.

and those who refused to recognize.

S/O to heartache and pain. 

To tears and muffled cries. 

S/O to dark days and cold nights.

Flat truths and white lies. 

S/O to the rebels 

the soldiers

the warriors 

and their wives.

S/O to those who kill dreams 

& those killed by pride.

S/O to secrets

and razors

and asprin 

& love.

S/O to point A, 

and point B 

and seeing all the above. 

S/O to catching to groove

and staying true to the vibe.

S/O to Enver Rodriguez.

Remember his name, fuck mine. 

S/O to liar and thieves;

angels with souls gone corrupt.

S/O to humans with flaws:

S/O Job.

S/O Judas.

S/O Martin.

S/O Malcolm.

S/O Buddha.

S/O Allah.

S/O Karl.

S/O Castro.

S/O Clinton.

S/O Me. 

S/O Dreams.

S/O men who hit women.

& women who hit back. 

S/O to women who stay. (I could never do that.)

S/O to my sister. 

I have one and none other. 

S/O my moms,

That's my homie.
I love you forever.

S/O to everyone
& their respective grinds.

See you at the top.
If it's not for you, then it's mine.

S/O to my grind:
Dope Sh*t never stops ;)

S/O to being headed straight,
straight,
straight,
to the top.