“Real Rap on a Saturday Afternoon…”
And so it seems
That I can paint my pain away using poetry
May all the love and prosperity freely flow to me
Abundance steady coming in, it’s never slow for me
so mote it be.
I know it’s me
That allows some things to get in my way
Like past pain that was swept away
no longer hidden in vain
To say that shit is the same, is the truth and a lie
As time flies, sweet hellos turn into bitter goodbyes
And I could cry, but I’m so past that.
I’m ready to grow
I know if I can tweak my mind, I’ll be ready to go
And so it seems…
The “why me” narrative has glued onto me
My need to control things and people kept haunting me
If had seen and foreseen the challenges
I’d save face and not make haste
(But I ain’t no bitch)
Except when people hurt my feelings,
But that isn’t it
I take hit after hit
I could be talking bout spliffs
Or shit that people project onto me
I’d object, but honestly I didn’t want to see
That it was all on me…
Had I opened my mouth like I had opened my legs
I’d be well fed, not malnourished
I should be flourishing by now, but how could I progress without confessing the shit that’s on my chest?
“Man won’t you give it a rest?”
And so it seems…
That I’ve been doing this love shit wrong
And all along I’ve longed for a person just like me, a lover just like me
A hugger just like me
A fighter just like me
A rider just like me
You tell me 7 months later that I’d finally see
That all I needed was Cee?
Well where the fuck was this knowledge at in February?
And so it seems….
That maybe now I’ll get it right
And won’t have to fight to get what I need
To get what I yearn…
Cuz if I learned anything, it’s that I must be rightfully earned
No bridges burned, just pages turned.
This shit ain’t easy…
Or so it seems…..