Before you read this, I highly recommend you ready How I Really Feel And I Won’t Lie first. I share my very personal thoughts in poetry format cut and dry and I don’t give a fuck. Through out this poem, I will have some sentences in bold in this poem because those are the quotes that are most powerful lessons that I learned
I can write for days
while you observe
the pain on my face.
Plus I’m poor
like a report card
with bad grades.
“Myself, I choose to isolate
and use to do it
to keep my heart safe
but it just increased the rage
and I write poetry to release frustration.
to keep my head straight.”
I can snap at any given time
and space
and I’m sure some of you can relate.
I mean how much can a muthfucka take?
It’s sad when you ain’t
comfortable at your home base.
I zone out and stare off into space
wishing somebody else can take my place.
I use to wonder why I never had so many dates?
As I got older, I was like fuck a date,
paying for sex was the way.
For those of you that follow me,
I mentioned this in so many ways.
So many ways I can express my hate.
I hate a person that always thinks he/she right.
Thinking their opinion only matters in life.
I hate a person that’s tight
with money in their hand.
“I know people that will help a stranger
before a family member
or friend.
Loyal to the wrong person
until they are betrayed
and now back to family
they complaining expressing their hurt
and this is how life works,
the ones that don’t have it like that
will give you their last
and the ones that got it like that
are tight with it.”
It hurts because money rules the world.
I said over and over
“Loyalty push to the side when the price is right
and it been like this
way before Bob Barker’s time.”
Judas betrayed Jesus
for 30 silver pieces
way way before social media existed.
“Performing miracles isn’t impressive
because money is the real magic.”
Mind is playing tricks
falling victim to the devil’s wish
selling him your body and soul
and you just became his trick
and he pimps
you out to be worldly.
“Is worshiping God boring?
If the answer is yes
is this the reason
why more people go to hell then heaven?
How can we make worshiping God more exciting?”
Excitement comes three times,
when the dick is hard,
when the pussy is wet,
and when money involved.
Its an addiction we can’t stop.
If money was promised
to every person
that go to church on Sunday,
more people would be worshiping God.
Wouldn’t you agree?
See how this is fake pretending?
People only around to seek cheese
until you speak up and say no.
Behind your back
they make fun of the way you speak
after they take your money.
A few post back I said
“Same niggas they say
“Money over pussy”
put
“Pussy over family””.
Mothers out there fucking their son’s
right hand man to receive money in their hand.
Some mothers fuck for free.
If one of my friends
fucked my mother he dying for free.
“But I don’t have friends,
I have family.
So another words,
never trust a friend
because they can never be family.”
Friends are temporary like the temp agency.
We chase the wrong ones,
chasing the popularity.
“As a kid in high school,
was told talking to bitches
was what make you popular
because niggas want bitches
and bitches want niggas
that are popular
and being around fine bitches
is what make niggas popular.”
“High school is popularity chasing and chasing
something is a full time job
which is time consuming
and chasing too hard for something
will get you nothing”.
“Chasing too hard for something
will have trying
to pretend to be someone you not”.
It will make you look eve more corny.
Like a comedian trying to hard to be funny?
“Sometimes good things will come naturally
but we hate patience with a passion
and this destroys us spiritually
and we disconnect with God
and feel empty
like being in a relationship with somebody
w/o the chemistry.
But we get comfortable in solitary
so avoiding communicating
leads to cheating
and looking over your shoulder
to make sure you don’t get caught.
But we just students and bad experience
is the teacher but some students
don’t listen
so we try avoiding
getting caught
but being lucky isn’t guaranteed”
I will reiterate that
“Sometimes good things will come naturally
but we hate patience with a passion
and this destroys us spiritually
and we disconnect with God
and feel empty
like being in a relationship with somebody
w/o the chemistry.
But we get comfortable in solitary
so avoiding communicating
leads to cheating
and looking over your shoulder
to make sure you don’t get caught.
But we just students and bad experience
is the teacher but some students
don’t listen
so we try avoiding
getting caught
but being lucky isn’t guaranteed”
What is guaranteed?
Taxes, death
but what else is left?
Never guaranteed life
but we guaranteed
we will die the moment
you planted inside a woman.
Not guarantee to see life
some cells never make out the vagina
Some lives die inside but did God do those lives a favor?
Life is not sweet like candy
you’ll either will learn this now or later.
Either way it don’t matter
because I’m still bitter.
This is more than a long poem
I’m expressing true life emotions
and I’m doing ya a favor. I
tell the cold hard truth
and the amount of people that lie
you’ll see that the crowd is wide
like an angle that’s obtuse.
Lies we get so use to
we don’t believe it
when we actually meet a person
that tells the truth.
My poetry might not be great
but it speaks the truth
even if it embarrasses my personality.
So much to say
I have alot to say
I can write for days
while you observe the pain on my face.
My hidden emotions is my excuse
to how I became a talent poet
and I can tell a life story better than fresh prince
But what happens after I finish telling my life experiences?
So my question is, will I have another poem left in me
after this get uploaded?
I will upload a part 3 and maybe a part 4 .