Expectations

Expectations.
Mom said son.
Hope for the best, expect the worse.
And life will land you somewhere in between.
Wise words.
From a decent woman.
But son never wants to settle for the mean.
Just dreams.
To make real.
Just to taste how great feels.
Driven.
No destination but the one that's ahead of him.
Begs to question the world
and hopes that it answers back.
Pushes until it reacts.
A million people rap.
He just wants to stand out.
Ignores the alternate routes and hand-outs.
Knowing that good things will pan out.
And expecting the struggle.
Life's trouble.
Flips & its hustles.
The Flyest feathers get ruffled.
But he'd rather deal with that than be chicken.
And never leave the ground.
Rather scream out his soul to the world.
Then never make a sound.
Rather leave a dent in the world
Then a fingerprint.
They all say its such potential.
Growth exponential.
So why think small
instead of portraits, grab the spray can and head for the wall.
Play. Never Pause.
Be forever in awe
and live up to the vision that you want projected.
Its you.
Its whats expected.