Was it a mistake when I said,
I love you,
Or was I,
Tripping on words,
Fumbled the play,
Tried to catch the rebound,
And touchdown,
Or I mean dunk,
The ball the wrong way,
You see,
You have me,
In a way I have never been,
So is this fate,
A mistake,
Or you are my treasure,
You are a gift,
In my life,
However.
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Asking me,
Debating,
Hating,
Too late,
Faking,
Raking in views,
If you don’t f with me,
I don’t f with you,
Shoot if you want,
I got armor,
I throw bombs,
And I am a problem,
And also solve them.
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Cant believe what I am about to say,
Wishing everything goes my way,
Like you,
So I can choose to follow,
Or choose to watch,
You go,
Further away,
Wherever far or near,
In a moments time,
You could disappear,
Until,
The moment I touched you,
I gently tapped you on the back,
And you turned around to see,
I met you,
My future wife.
You don’t got to like me,
Nor Even look my way,
For I am going to do that damn thing,
Anyhow,
Either way,
Just know I am here to live my truth,
Be awesome when I can,
All in all,
I am the man,
Or woman. 🙂
Tell the haters back up
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Yapping, yapping, yapping,
Clapping, clapping, clapping,
Capping, Capping, Capping,
Why won’t you shut the fudge up,
Like damn,
Your mouth is just running,
Like it’s on auto pilot,
Like god damn,
Shit,
Why are you always talking?
I walk away,
You follow,
I close the door,
You open it,
I put on headphones,
You start to talk in sign languages,
I feel like there is no escaping,
I think to myself,
What the fudge did I do?
Do I deserve this pain,
That’s coming from you,
Unless,
There is something more severe,
I am losing my damn mind,
Things are getting weird,
For all I want to do,
Is plot,
How to get you to shut the fudge up,
And maybe,
Just maybe,
I can hear my own thoughts,
And stop blocking my own blessings,
From someone using up,
Or have used up all their time,
On the clock,
I am fitting to clock out,
And three hundred this clown,
In chest or in the face,
With a roundhouse…
Are you coming or going?
What does that mean?
Are you ready to walk a mile,
In my shoes,
And see how that feels,
Like,
Wondering all day and night,
When we be my next meal,
Or how the hell am I,
Going to pay this light bill,
I might chill with you,
But my main goal,
Is to get out of debt,
But you got no money,
Asking me to pay for you,
Getting me hella upset,
Like,
What the hell you think you on,
This ain’t no charity,
If you couldn’t pay for what you eat,
When I spaz out,
Don’t you get mad at me,
Thinking I got it,
When I am returning bottles,
To cake up on some chips,
As I build up,
You want to jump in for a dip,
Shiz is crazy,
I ain’t trying to be a slave,
I am just trying work my way up,
To one day getting paid,
To one day can I slay,
To one day I can say,
I did this shiz,
Call life,
I never had a path,
My water gone today,
How do I take a bath,
As you bathe in fragrances,
Dances your life a way,
A king came,
And picked you up,
For you everything is made,
You don’t got to slave,
To you,
Money don’t mean anything,
These are just some of misfortunes,
That happens like everyday.
Can’t end the story there,
Nope,
Fearing been broke,
Someone else winning,
Boasting,
Head case,
Coke,
Drugged mind,
Folk,
Need saving,
Hand me a cape or a cloak,
Draining my brain,
Racing,
Pacing to the endless beyond,
Like,
What the hell are you on?
I am done talking,
But you continue on more,
The boundary was posted,
They passed it,
As if blind,
But I bet if a cliff was there,
You would have no life left,
Sooooo,
Guess what,
Every time you pass,
The posted signs,
My only impression could be,
Is you want death,
Someone to end it,
For you to see,
There is no coming back,
Periodt.
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