which way

While I’m contemplating my way back on track , the living seem to be the breathing dead . When the husstle was knocked , redrum followed . I  need to take heed to my first mind.Realizing I am both a father and mother . Perplexed,I choose currency over my seed . Lacing concrete with fine brandy smothers my grief . Existing on the bottom of the food chain doesn’t bother me .This is another day  I’m above ground inhaling penitentary chances. Taking life’s chances for granted , I’ve landed in a barren land of tense unforgiveness .  Lethargic from running I give my soul  a rest from the burden I carry  .