Untitled Jan 7th 2020

A lot makes me sad

Not much makes me happy

I like playing games

And spending time with family

I hate pretending

I hate having to be “manly”

I like being in Atlanta

I like a certain Cancer

I hate that my dad left me

I hate that her mom left her

It’s no one’s fault really

Though I feel like most thing fall on me

Maybe I’m right about everything

Or maybe I’m just bad at overthinking

New Decade Same Shit

This year seems a lot like the last

Not a bad thing it’s just what I’ve noticed

I’m still locked in

I’m still focused

Think I’m Ruffin and everybody else is Otis

It’s all about me

I’m who they come to see

If I stop then everything else gets messy.

Keeping the family on track like a train

Peace and prosperity the only things on my brain

Untitled (Written May 29th 2015)

You dishonor the father and your mother
When you murder your own brothers over colors

We become fools instead of royalty 

When you as a queens doubt your kings

We become weaker as men if you listen 

To how we speak down on our women 

And trade the name bitch for their givens

One thing I learned…

You get what you earn 

Polo and Jordan’s but mama struggling 

Designer doesn’t mean anything when family still suffering 

Be You

 

Creative minds produce creative thoughts.

Attempting to save the essence of originality for the reason that once everyone thinks the same, creativity is lost.

Although you’re an employee you still have the potential to outdo the boss.

Never let them capture your beliefs, only you control your thoughts.

Life can change quicker than a blink.

They can own the ship you just have to jump off before it sinks.

They’ll laugh…

They’ll mock…

They’ll kick you once down.

Just keep smiling ear to ear,

Never let them see you frown.

It never gets easier,

You just become stronger.

Let success be your revenge,

Til they can laugh no longer.

What is Pain?

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Pain is not only a knife slicing through flesh.

It can begin as unnoticeable as a baby’s pinch.

In time the pressure grows and the nails get sharper.

The infant grows into an adult so the fingers strengthen.

The grip becomes tighter…

The torturous hold seems unbreakable though the bond is still compassionate.

The pain is no longer hidden since the cause is now apparent.

The thing that’s caused so much hurt is now obvious to see.

The tiny fingers have in time become the knives that you dreaded.

The real question now is, can you abandon the child?

Can you truly learn to leave something you once held and loved so dearly but now causes more grief than good?

Can you?

Pain…