Thinking you’re the man and the plug like you’re kool.
Until your kids and family are getting followed home from work and school.
Better get up on your night job.
Some will press you and not even want your work.
Just want to see if you're about it.
From the dirt.
They're putting my brothers on a shirt.
Not even in a casket or a Hearse.
They’re getting cremated, not even given back to the earth.
It's making me question my worth.
So I medicate.
When I should meditate.
How much for our souls?
That was even the intro for my mixtape.
And lately I've been falling out with friends so it’s hard to take.
Some can but most can’t relate.
These days there’s no need for a debate.
Experiencing and talking from this perspective couldn’t even make me whole anymore.
But, I’m still around.
I smile, learning to love what’s mine.
I guess it’s true what they say.
I now know that love is blind.
But never mind that.
We're back on that player ****.
Heart jaded.
Hanging wit the homies and getting hell of faded.
Intoxicated love.
I drove around the block twice, just to find somewhere park.
I stumbled, trying rush and get ahead of my already lucky start.
Acting dumbfounded but yet I’m smart.
I'm learning to be top shelf, and put myself on the chart.
However now, I no longer care.
Stay in the house, and grow out my hair.
And truth be told all along, I was fully aware.
Trying to become the best poet.
However, my self esteem doesn’t show it.
While I took this time to write a new poem so no one, not even myself could quote it.
So now I read with my head down.
But after this, again I will lift it.
I had a conversation with fans, and they told me I was gifted.
Now look at all this weight that I done lifted.
