From ashes to bars

All roads lead to a fork at the end.

To know me is to know that, perhaps my fate was always written in the stars. It was deeper than that it was riddled through out my lineage. I was a force to be reckoned with. When I arrive, even in silence, you feel my presence. It has always been that way for as long as I can remember. A leader who isn't afraid to voice the social unjust around me, as I viewed it anyhow. If it is your cause I am fighting for, you would view me in the light of a hero. If I am against you, I can assure you, you will never forget my wits. Its as though life takes me on this journey and I'm stuck on repeat over and over again. Ill be walking down the beautiful walk of life, admiring, loving and appreciating every step of the way...and at the end of every road there's a fork. Down one path I can see a beautiful summers day, lively green trees with an abundance of butterflies frolicking around. You know, real fairy tale s**t. Down the other path? It's dark, eyesight crippled with fog . obstacles for as far as the eyes could see complicating the journey at every turn. no matter how I tried to reason with my self at every fork road, I found myself choosing to take the dark path.

So down the dark road I would go.