I am in distress
'Cos we still keep trying to have to stress That we still should rest While we keep trying to give our best In a world where you gotta move, where you gotta prove To people you don't know that you're the best To hell with the others, it's a test It's always nothing personal, "I just mean business." But it's tiring, alright. We keep saying we are fine Even though it's outta line We're fine, should be fine I'm fine, I'm fine Fake it 'til we make it: 'Tis the demand of the grind
still not enough
two cold cups of coffee later, once the morning show has ended and Boss quits yelling through walls. jingle bells leap through the door, an alert to be alert. yeah times are tough, but we're tougher. keep on smiling, another threat will leave and you’ll still have a job and you’ll still have a bed. so they’re not satisfied with the color palette, big deal. escape route would be nice, but then it’d be You vs World and there’s just too many of Them. well, at least soon there will be one more of Us.
the ones that teach you, who lift you up over their heads in good faith, these are their stories.
Sitting at our distanced picnic,
a moveable feast in which the scotch eggs probably have deep significance, I said to you “We’re only ever inches from the cliff. If left alone we tread steadily. It’s those other buggers you have to watch out for.” and the mist on the windows stopped us seeing more.
The point of view
Is that it is pointed at you of which your perspective is askewed They will point to their point of view demand that you start anew Muddy the waters till it looks like a stew murky and obtuse gory and smelling of refuse Lacking scenery the perfect image of destitute. No refuge just excuse one right after another Soon all the words come together Musty dusty and covered in leather it all changes right before your eyes now it looks right because your thruth started to die now your whole life is just a big ole lie That is the whole point of this Your point of view Is pointed at you Now they are all the same Your point of view is a point of view It just isn't the same
Don’t say you should’ve took that chance with me years ago-years later down the road.
Don’t ask for my food when I asked you “what you want” & you said nothing in the drive thru. Don’t come crying to me when you regret not taking that opportunity for yourself to become something great than what you were before. Don’t reach out for help when we both know you messed up & thought you moved on to something better. Don’t assume I mess with multiple women as if I’m a player. I know I’m cute, however; That’s not my style. Don’t tell me how to run my household. Otherwise step up, put a ring on this finger, & help me pay these bills . Don’t tell me I sleep a lot. I know that. First of all, I’m going back to sleep. Don’t call me out of the blue asking how I’m doing when you decided to ghosted me. Don’t congratulate me when you never supported my dream & thought I couldn’t do it with very little money. Don’t speak my accomplishments in a text message when behind closed doors, you couldn’t do it face-to-face, public, nor on social media. Don't touch my hair nor my paper Don't give me excuses. Give me success with a team of young legends that want to build a foundation. No fake people around that cause headaches with bruises Don’t have me pray for you when you didn’t pray with me at the dinner table. Don’t ever think you have the upper hand in fighting me. It’s a brutality if you try to cross me. Don’t tell me how to write when you never picked up a pin & paper. Sitting there countless of hours staring at the wall trying to figure out what to say. Don’t think you can talk to me any kind of way & think I won’t react to your stupidity. You better watch your tongue.
Don’t test the waters
What am I to do with my life
When all I do is write if there is no money to be made Then what is the point? Those are stupid questions the point is not to write for money but to do something you enjoy key word, Joy That is something everyone should keep in mind we all have our doubts about the things we do But please, keep on with the grind and don't fall behind because soon Soon you'll be idolized.
Created by me on December 31st, 2019
you make me want to drop my ring in a sink
then reach down to grab it instinctively forget to turn off the garbage disposal and grind myself to pieces
draw up battle lines inside the cave of my mouth as I sleep they fight the war of stress that rages in my head shattering incisors grinding molars into paste no one is going to win no one is giving up pretty soon I won't have anything to smile about
The wake of a pure morning gesturing down the heavy heat
Africa is my mother land tell the foreigner not to mind the scorching heat. Looking back to the soil how rich and blessed the people feel But a mere touch of the soil would show you the pain the people feel. Don't pry into their agony because the suffering can get much Everyone in the midst of it all hoping and grinding to get much. The paper is just a tip of what you are getting if you look deep down But the pain and the triumph after the sweat will push you up and down. The sound of hope makes men look up and down in triumph.
The focus is still on how African youths is filled with talents but the environment keep undermining their potentials.