hits from the blog.

Tired of who I'm bein', time to get up and grind for every dollar and every dollar sign.

I keep givin' more to get up levels, but it ain't that simple. Maybe ask the devil, I don't know, but I ain't askin' him.

Truth and hard work, I thought would get me in, but I miss a "hi," a "hello," and suddenly the whole world ends.

Man, I would've said hey, but it wasn't that important. I'm in the weeds, smokin' weed, because maybe I was wrong.

Maybe leanin' instead of "lean in" was right all along.

'Cause I've spent years head down, carryin' my end, thinkin' effort was the language everybody understood.

But somewhere along the way it turned into handshakes, small talk, and bein' seen.

And maybe that's on me.

Maybe I've been chasin' dollar signs while lettin' moments pass by, too focused on where I'm goin' to look people in the eye.

I don't know.