Monday, August 29, 2022

10. alright

i hope i find
comfort in my mind
one day,
win these battles
i’ve been fated to face,
never asked for it,
but i gotta learn
to make the most of it,
they want to turn
the prophet to a pariah
but i’ll get through it
like mariah in ‘05,
emancipation of me,
i’m still waiting
for my time,
but soon, i’ll be free
and peace will be mine.

i hope i make
something of myself
one day,
hope i can swerve
well enough
to avoid the snakes,
always knew
they were fake,
but i let them back in,
my mistake,
try not to make
that again,
i hope my mind
can escape
the bad place,
want to stay away,
i hope one day,
i could be okay.

and to all my friends
that have stuck with me
through the pain,
i hope we ride it out
the rest of the way,
i hope that nothing
makes us separate,
i hope we reach
greater places
and maintain
our relationships,
we’ve walked through
our share of fires,
but we’ll make it out
and go higher,
i hope we see
each other’s successes
to the end,
we might be playing
with a trick hand,
but one day,
we’re gonna win.

we’re gonna be alright.

9. pain into production

another day
spent sick of life,
kicking me
while i’m down,
everything’s going
in a circle,
trying to find comfort
while i’m laying
on a bed of nails,
i wanna get better,
i’m screaming for it,
crying for help
but the help i need
ain’t getting
back to me,
how can we
break the stigma
with a lack of
availability?

7/7 my birth,
but i can’t
feel lucky,
one digit short,
so now i’m cursed,
and i’ve been
through the ringer,
traumatized
while few dared
to bat an eye,
sent off
all my good
to the wrong ones,
lost the trust
i once had,
always forced
to have my back
to the wall.

but i’m still here.

i haven’t given in,
and it’s not
in my plans,
i never tried
to compromise,
no matter
how little credit
comes my way,
i’ve turned my pain
into production,
and soon,
it’ll be paper,
one of these days,
they’ll be screaming
my name,
and i’ll look
at all who doubted
and laugh
in their faces.

one day.

8. the warning

my greatest blessing
is life
and my biggest curse
is life,
got this trauma
from my strife,
that’s why my head’s
in the clouds,
but when i come down,
i’m exposing these clowns,
i got a bone to pick
and i’m cleaning it dry,
kicked and i’m tired,
but i’m back up again,
pick up the pen,
got a warning to send.

spent all my time
running like i’m munson,
but this is my year,
i was your puppet
for too long,
and now i’m the master,
done conforming
to what you want
out of me,
because Lord knows
you won’t recover
if you lower your voice
enough to hear my side,
better keep your head
on the swivel
and the ears up high,
‘cause the alpha dog
will get snipped
if he doesn’t reign
his ego in.

i’ve been spending
my life in a fight,
the industry keeps trying
to dim my light,
scared of the power
of what i write,
editors wanna take
food from my plate,
they tried to give me
the short end
of the stick,
i sharpened that shit,
now it’s the tool
that i’ll use to win,
fuck the establishment,
you and the fucking
horse that rode in,
keep running,
that karma
will come heavy
in the end.

strap in.

7. don't test me

every time i’m away,
the game’s in disarray,
don’t let me start
feeling myself,
because you know
i won’t stop,
i’m the kind
that makes
the algorithms
hate me,
‘cause i do it
my way,
who said i fell off?
you’re the one
that hit your head,
i’m still right here,
the king ain’t going
nowhere yet.

my life revolves
around the internet,
but it’s you
that’s chronically online,
my success depends
on being connected,
but it’s really you
who’s wasting time,
gave you support
and you spat it back,
never had the same energy,
you always wanted
some kind of rivalry,
lick the boot
of some strangers
you’ve never met,
but didn’t give
that same attention
to heads that needed it.
passion ain’t enough
when you’re looking
for an excuse
to post sublims,
so here’s a taste
of your own medicine.

i tried to stay away
from the disses,
but i’ll load up
my lyrical clip
if anyone wants it,
‘cause i’m tired
of showing love
only to get none,
fake people
changing up,
nobody praying for me,
but i’m maintaining,
and for everyone
that forgets,
i called myself “king”
for a reason,
because i’m vicious
with the words
i’ve written,
so don’t let me
get livid,
put on a clinic
and end you
in minutes.

don’t test me.

6. learning experience

take it back
to a time
when we were young,
it was easier
to let our guards down,
had each other’s backs,
never scared to trust,
‘cause who thinks
the one you call “bro”
will one day grow
to screw you over?
you don’t notice
anything shady
but one day,
they flip
like a coin,
and suddenly,
all they can do
is hurt.

thought you were fake
when i helped you
in your darkest days,
paid for things
no one should need
at that age,
then you cut ties
with no rhyme
or reason why,
tried to slither back
a couple years too late,
no explanation,
still i gave it
a second chance,
but i saw the toxicity,
the hatred grew
in your soul,
you take it out
on whoever’s close.

cheated on years ago,
so now you hate women,
she got pregnant,
it brought out
the worst in you,
turned yourself over
to the side of hate,
abortion tirades,
you just wanna
control their bodies,
you’d rather she die
while carrying
than kill the fetus,
say you’re pro-life,
but talk online
about a strap,
‘cause it’s all life
‘less a gun’s involved,
shit is sad.

and this ain’t a diss
it’s a learning experience,
raised with your own brain,
so you use it to hate,
you won’t listen,
you’re bound to be
stuck in your ways,
‘cause the world
screwed you over,
got you feeling betrayed,
but i’m not here
to wish you ill,
because i fear
you feel
a lot of pain,
the same as many
screwed by life
at a young age,
acting out in rage
to give the world
a taste of its own medicine.

i hope you escape
that place,
i hope you learn
to listen,
i wish you the best,
i hope life
treats you better,
i hope you learn
tolerance,
grow from the trauma
and find health
in your relationships,
try to wear
another’s pair
of shoes,
think outside
your mind
and consider
someone other
than yourself
for once.

5. sometimes i wonder

sometimes i wonder
what i did
to deserve the pain,
‘cause now i feel
like i shouldn’t
show my face again,
all my life,
i’ve felt invisible,
never the most special,
and now,
as my mental
starts to dwindle,
i ask who i angered?
when was i cursed?
doesn’t matter
how hard i work,
i never get to feel
like a success,
can’t have my flowers
while i’m here to smell them.

sometimes i wonder
if the ones
younger than me
will be alive
by the time
i get to where
i’m trying to be,
‘cause Lord knows
the world
offers no protection
to their souls,
safest places
become the scariest,
and “family first”
a manipulative mantra,
plant the seed
of trust
just to traumatize,
a cycle i’m tired of.

sometimes i wonder
if it’s worth going
for the throne,
‘cause i’m worried
i’ll get there
and then ask,
“now what?”
will it give me
the fulfillment
i’m searching for?
or just distract
from the depressive thoughts?
is this really
the key
to the happiness
i seek?
or will it leave me
even more defeated?

sometimes i wonder.

4. crunch

i hate myself
whenever i’m not
working on something,
easily distracted,
my mind
spending all it’s time
wandering,
everything takes
my attention
all at once,
but i gotta focus,
all about the work,
hustle culture,
they told me
this is all it takes
to get to success,
put in the work
and you get
the results.

bullshit.

if hard work
was really the key,
i wouldn’t have
to worry
about a dollar,
i wouldn’t
have to fear
that i won’t
be livin’
in a house
this time next year,
my résumé
does a lot
of speaking,
but by the end
of the evening,
i’m still bleeding,
just want to have
one day
where i gain respect.

but instead,
i’m still typing
at 5 am,
the sun’s up
and i’m stuck
on this one line,
i can’t sleep
because i’m still scared
of the monster
under my bed,
it’s moving
to my head,
and it’s taking
everything from me,
my entire life is spiraling
right when everything
was looking up.

no breaks, just crunch.