Living For The Glory Poem by Arthur V. Miller III

It’s kind of funny how life changes directions when you have something to live for. Yet haters steady hating on you because they can never have what you got, now they trying to bring you down, Damn Jealousy its powerful emotion to flow on, I hate a hater, but I couldn’t be a player hater.

Steady flowing through the sky with my wings spread wide while my haters looking up to the sky, I’m asking myself is this death or life cause I’m seeing myself in the sky, but feel as I’m six feet deep, buried alive. Smirk on my face, and people asking, 'Is this little boy rapping poetry? '


Hell no, it’s just a brief intervention to my life story. I’m still a little young and dumb, still making mistakes that make my Earth quake. Cops use to shake me down, but shid they need not worry about catching me now. I’m like a Saab on interstate 75, straight from the DYT, and a brother that’s always just trying to live his life.





Breaks over, so now you know what I’m about, trying to live a life where there is always other humans constantly trying to bring me down, The only question is, What to do now? Do I live or do I Die? ? ?