life isn’t kind, when it’s too much i start to ponder
an idle mind isn’t safe, even then i start to wander
like, why am i here, y’know? what is my purpose
my loss of life lately is draining, need a resurgence
i’ve been workin and… workin
but to no detriment
looked at my life & hoped to embellish it
but honestly.. does this poem hold any relevance
probably not, but i’ve been tired man, that’s the evident
as a kid i figured that this life was basic
now it feels like im in a desert, with no oasis
a time of pure joy, i can’t even trace it
‘less i was getting wasted
throwing shots back until the days end
chasin and…. chasin these pretty women…..
hoping to one day fill the void inside my ribs and
then i usually end up stranded.. ha, what a vision..
i know i’m bitchin, but life is whippin my ass
you’re forced to make decisions with a soul that has little to no precision
or commission, just a hope for the better
inside this life of wicked intentions & borderline criminal false depictions
not to mention the bad vibration emissions & habitual cold dismissions..
i know that’s a bold description but… it’s on point, right?
but i get older and grow with it
one day they’ll see me and be like “damn, he cold with it!”
“he sooo did it!” humble confidence but i’m bold with it
this flow pivot was kind of random, but i’ll roll with it… 😂