"F"

Fail.

Oh, How I Despise that word...To Tha Very Max.
Tha Word Woke me up outta my sleep...Like tha sound from a Fax.
Staring at Me with a Gun like Tee Cruise in Reacher Jack.
Can't even sleep thinking about it...Tossing and Turning in my Ikea sack.

Fail.

Prayers gone unanswered, with a Champions Will...Collecting dust on tha Shelf.
Waiting for My Christmas to come...Living an Invisible 364 days like One of Santa's elf.
Wanting to Scream and Shout like Britney, even my Vegas Swag has gone deaf.
Fretting is this how it's gonna end...With tha realization that my 24 hour Hangover, has no time left.

Fail.

Nobody understands how competitive I am...Sure God gets tired of my rants.
Cussing like Popeye, Sometimes knocking over chairs...T'd cuz I haven't worn my Michael Kors pants.
Kobe, MJ, Brady...they understand like I do...Finding Victory in Losing...Naw...We All Just Can't.
It's in My Blood, In My Soul...So When We're Denied Our Goals...It over runs like a Bottle of Fant...Uh.

Fail.

I Gotta Show Them...Gotta Show Them...That They Screwed Up in Not Choosing Me.
Ur Rather not hang out With this Fun God, And Sit at Tha Crib and Watch Netflix on TV?
Or Go Through Tha Struggle of Trying 2 Make it, When I'll One Day Toss U Tha Keys 2 Ur own Ferrari.
But Who Else is Complete like a 360...and Knows How to Use His Joystick like an Atari?!

Fail.

Tha Boy Toy Thang...So Funny...Like Every gurl Thinks I'm just a Bloody Toy.
Just because Ur Sorta Nice, Have a V around Ur Waist doesn't Mean U Have 2 Play Coy.
Everyday I Wake Up Thinking I'm living a New Reality show Written By Leo Tolstoy.
Flirt here and There...Only for Silence to Signal Tha End...Sounds Like War and Peace to This Boy.

Fail.

Relax...I know...I Know...But we just saw What Relaxing Brought Aaron Rodgers and tha Pack.
He's a favorite of mine, but to be so close to Tha Big Game and see it disappear...So Whack.
Like Seeing Kate Upton dancing on Tha Pole...Then realizing that at Tha Crib U forgot Ur Stacks.
After awhile though...In This game of Monopoly U Wonder if U Should ask for your Money Back.

Fail.

Tha Thinking That It's Never Gonna Change...Wondering What's Tha Secret To Holding Hands.
Wondering How Millions Have told You How Cool You Are...But U've Never Had Tha #1 Fan.
Cupid is Holding Tha Hourglass, and As Clear as Day I See Him Flipping Over Those South Beach Sands.
Leaving Me To Think, 'How Much More Can I Take?'...Is This a Prison Sentence for Tha Belief in...I Can?

Fail.

Life is Grand.  Life is Good.  But there's So Much Left for me 2 see and Do.
I'm a Team Player, and Hate Being Alone and Separate....ALL THA TIME...I'm Tha Carrot in Tha Stew.
It's like I'm being pushed through This Wilderness...Without Water or Food...Or My Air Jordan 1 Shoes.
Being Molded For Somethang Great Up Ahead...Everyday asking...'Can I At Least Get a Single Clue?'

Fail.

Others feel like I Do....Sorta...But I've been going through This For Derek Jeter's Entire Career.
Probably I Shouldn't Have Treated That Gurl like a Gal...Should've Just Luv Her for Her Boobs and Rear.
Or Text or Called Cuz I Wanted 2 hear Her Voice...Men's Health says don't respond 4 like a year.
Pops told me...'Don't Be Such a Nice Guy'. Huh. I'm Not, but Everybody treats me like a Holy Bambi Deer.

Fail.

I Mediate thinking...What Can I Do To Make This Be Different...Than It's Ever Been Before.
Is This Just Tha Price U Have 2 Pay?  Serve 1 Million Knocks, then Open becomes Tha Door.
Like Leo and Jonah Hill are Throwing This Party...And This Wolf of MC is still searching for His Big Score.
Perhaps it's in Tha Lines of Coke...Or Tha Puff of Bud...It's tough 2 Turn Down Curves and a Vodka Pour.

Fail.

Evidently All Tha Craziness of Tha Moment...is a Test To see How Far Am I Willing To Go.
As U Climb That Mount K2 of Life, Tha Higher it gets...That's When Tha Clouds Even More Deeply Flow.
Tha Altitude is Thin, Ur Wind Becomes Winded. Thoughts of Being at Home watching Tha Maury P. Show.
Within Those Last Steps U Have to Decide Am I in This Thang For Tha Luv...or For Tha Chicks & Dough.

Fail.

I Look at my Little Nephew...Wondering One Day What is Uncle Galaxia Gonna Tell Him bout this thang?
Part of me is like, 'You NEVER Want to go through What I've Gone Through'...in my Soul that truly Sings.
Yet Another is like...'This IS What You Have 2 Go Through'...4 Ur Dream Job or Sexy Wife With Ring.
U May Have 2 Take ur Talents 2 South Beach 2 Get What U Want...I Mean Ask 'Bron aka Mr. King.

Fail.

This is As Good As It Gets, and I ain't talking about no Jack Nicholson Film with Tha Guy from Talk Soup.
No Matter What I have 2 Go Through 2 Get What I Want...I'm gonna Do It...And It Won't Be a Fluke.
Or What Gurls I Have 2 Go Through...That Can be tha Dolls Who Go Wild over a Marc Jacobs Coup.
Or My Homegurls or Ratchets...Who Have Tattoos on Their Thighs While Rocking Daisy Dukes.

I'm Ready To Play...But Tha One Word...Ugggh...Nothing Brings Me To Such a Boiling Steam.
Cuz I Know That Anythang is Possible...U Can Have Sex, While a Gurl Is Eating a Cone of Ice Cream!
Just Because It Hasn't Been Seen Before...Doesn't Mean That Ur Tha One Life Has Royalty Deemed.
Sometimes It isn't a Blueprint for This Thang...And Jigga and B. give tha slightest rays of Ur Ivy Blue Beam.

Tha Day Is Now Here Where Our Yacht has Launced into Tha Sea, on This Luxurious and Fun Sail.
It's Never Easy...Let Me Tell Ya...So If U Want This Thang, U better Bring Ur Hello Kitty Lunch Pail.
Through Tha Wrong Chicks, Rejections and Overlooks, U Find That U've Reached Heaven after Tha Hell.
Funny How Tha Coach In Tha Sky, Knows How To Get His Star Players Back on Track...

And 2day He Woke Me Outta My Sleep With Four Letters, That Simply Read...

Fail.

A. Galaxia.