Have you ever felt like no one appreciates you?
Do you feel all of the hard work you put in day to day has just been wasted?
Have you spent hours working on a project, when in the end your so called "friends" only laughed and mocked your efforts.
Buzzing around your kitchen or office trying to meet dead lines so someone might notice you. Not in the primal mating and relationship sense, but to be looked at for what you have done and be impressed, inspired, proud.

No one asked you to be a martyr.
Stop dragging yourself through the dirt, because in the end you will only be disappointed in yourself AND them.
And, covered in dirt.
The only person you need to make proud is YOURSELF. Do the things you enjoy. Look at what you have accomplished, and realize how great you are.

These people that make you feel bad about yourself are just natural objects floating through time and space. These people you call Mother, Father, Brunkle, Aunt, and "Friends" can't look past their own noses. Of course they say things like "I am proud of you" when it's easy. But when you want to do the slightest little thing they don't agree with, like buy a store bought cake, they will rip your guts out with their talons.

You are worthless.
You are nothing.
You will never amount to much.

It is okay to cut ties. To take a break and heal your mind, soul, and body from the poisons you have been spoon fed as a baby.

This life is short. Your life is short. Spend it doing what YOU truly, I mean truly, want to do. Do not spend it on these posionous peoples toxic demands.

Listen deeply to what the forces said, undercover killers, with the bubble jackets and dreads,
On the corners, scratching for breads, only to get set up by the feds,
So many hood informants, laying dormant, this is another live entertainment,
***** in the barrel mentality, they try to get me, to talk bad about my own family,
Don't matter the skin to me, truth knows no colors, word to my sisters to brothers,
Call me the cookie cutter, shaping women like no other, lay out the duck butter,
Hold up, I gotta stay on a positive note, infamous styles, signaling quotes,
Punched into the afterlife, Hendrix talking to a brothers soul, sitting ol' rock and roll,
On a stroll, left hand pinching the desert sands, man I hope y'all understand,
The rocks crying out to the Gods man, I play it cool breezin' like a fan,
We got stocks from the USA Germany to Japan, 11th member of the clan,
My styles is canned, pop eyes once the spinach is cracked out of the can,
Steaming like a kettle, these posionous darts, keep ya lyrics sterile,
Knocking down Pharoah's, I'm Moses at Mt Sinai, shooting mental arrows,
See how many fall below, the shadow of the gods, playing against all odds,
Everyday I sit it, like it's life support, hold up vintage forts, hard for ya to retort,
I speak on the real, hate for the haters, who squeal, in the spirit like Hanq Neal,
Faces of falsehood, always reveal they deal, chasing the broken wheels,
Of fortune, torture fantasy with facts of reality, everybody lost in this society,
Quietly, I denounce the wicked treachery, witches stewing to the brewery,
Evil and good, cousins of a braille destiny, see where I might be, days of Sean Connery,
I'm bonded, like James take high aim,
Let my critics feel the shame, when they thought they had me tamed,
I broke six out of ten commandments, *******, yeah they can't stand it,