When the dust settles

All my life ive always heard it aint always bout where you go but more bout where you finish. I typically jus blow it off and think to myself ill be where im at wehn i get dere. Street Light's by knaye west sums this feeling up very well. I can count on my hand how many real friends i got, but i wuld need a bunch of toes n fingers to count how many niggas i thought had my back n my best interest. MY niggas been there from jump dey culd read me lik a book n dey neva pull my cards. Some niggas will claim to b ur friend but be mad wen u got sumthang good goin. Some niggas will play wit u jus to see ur reaction. Someniggas will jus out right use you. But its a bad storm brewin, its called life and through this life people want one thing to be happy. but different people have different meanings for happy, sum people need to b rich sum need to be loved sum need to b known by everyone so theyll do anything to get there sum need family sum need a significant other...me i culdnt tell u wat i need cuz i dont kno. I b so serious wen i tell people idk bout the things i want. I culd tell u the things i lik..music, art, nature, animals, beer, tree, my shawty, my niggas n warm weather. But if i aint learn anythang growin up its that nothing last forever because things change, the only way to conquer change is to adapt. my problem a couple months ago was i was tryin carry the weight of everyones problems on my shoulders, and wat i didnt understand was that it wasnt my responsibility to either. Dont get me wrong im still here for people but i have my own problems that i deal wit n need to focus on. At the end of the day im doin the things i need to do to get where i wana be. but i dont believe in people not weatherin the storm but tryin stick around for the sunny weather. But wen the dust settles whos gon be dere? u neva kno till its all gone in between the storms people may show up but ask urself are they willing to weather the storm with u cuz if not im not sure how much of ur friendship they deserve...think about ur worth n dont sell urself short.
-alley boy e