It's seven in the morning and my neighbors are horny.
That's means it's time to get up and get this money.
Showering and praying.
Brushing up my puff while slaying my edges.
Hearing a buzz from my phone seeing it's time to go.
Starbucks coffee is my breakfast.
Hope I get to work the fastest.
Wally world aka Walmart is the place where I started.
Here I am at this dysfunctional job.
The managers act like hogs.
Always loud and in a pack.
I'm a cashier.
Customers are literally talking in my ear.
Complain and stress out a problem.
I'm not unlocking shit, go get your own condoms.
It's the same shit everyday.
Clock out, shop, and stand outside waiting for my ride.
Finally my ride comes.
Worked all day.
Write all night.
Sleeping, I'm California Dreaming.
Plans running through my head.
My neighbors need to shut the fuck up before I call the Feds.
Treading lightly.
Dreaming of a new beginning.
LA traffic, wild fire weather.
Feel like I don't have any air. Wake up again it's the same shit.
Fucking up a check.
My pen touch the paper, so reckless.
Once I get myself together, I'm still gonna be California Dreaming.
Practicing what I'm preaching.
Not giving a fuck.
Drinking and smoking a blunt.
I started living while California Dreaming.
Everyday is a struggle for me. Working for Walmart is truly exhausting. Customer service is exhausting period, but at the end of the day I know it's gonna pay off. It will give me "better" job opportunities. Right now, I'm in hustle mode and I'm more determined than ever to do something better with my life. As far as living in California, it's a struggle too because you're literally struggling to get by. Rent out here is outrageous, the traffic is bad, and the parking spaces are worse. To live here, you have to have a certain kind of patience. So anyways, vote and comment please and thank u 😊❤️.
