Unglued ...2013
5/2/13 - 2:31 AM Thursday
Unglued at the seams baby, I'm falling apart. Nothin' does me better than gettin' your art. Don't know if it's cuz yo talent or the thought you put in it - or perhaps reality, it simply cuz YOU did it. I mean, send me a crumpled, shredded mess and I'd cherish it always. Such a huge claim on my heart ain't no hot dogs in hallways or little dick spit, you so thick and I'm a captive audience - it's so apparent like my red, drunk spottiness. No excuse, it ain't you responsible for my bobbin' and weavin', it's my own fault for the fantasy world I believe in - Just somethin bout you keep me beyond enamored. If Daisy Duck was a chicken, I'd be Cornel Sanders cuz I'd keep fighting cases to keep fuckin' Cause, Just Cause I never met another nigga like him and I know I never will, though I try to keep it trill, let's just keep it real. When it comes to you I'm always spinnin' the wheel, vicious cycle, still wanna hold you down - But nothin else matters once you around. Like I said, ain't your fault or cuz he out the country, he done been back but now I'm all B - B is for the baggage that I'ma always carry. M is for the mistake of me probably never gettin' married. Cuz a commitment like that honest to God scare me, I'd be gone in a second if you got out don't dare me. So I'm weary, never all in though I fall in manholes often, perhaps to distract from the kazi I get lost in, Who really need a balance when you my soulmate and my best friend? Unhealthy pattern, here we go again....
So self-aware but enough to stop it? Safety never prevented someone to cock it. Praised me for that balance n now I've seemed to have lost it - plus super sad, all my mail those fucks lost it? I sent a grip of pieces, stamps, letters and flicks, but maybe it's for the best the long letter you never get...I don't know anymore, confused as I spit...Didn't want your letters to end tonight I wanted to keep reading, brain like a YOU sponge, soakin' all that you feed it - just want to be important to someone, you know how I need it. Fillin my schedule to eliminate any free time, half me livin' in a space I'd like to call my prime. Yet maybe you're right it's all a distraction from my cryin' - I do it so well, avoid dealin with real shit, issues at hand I simply forget, while falling back on familiar cuz it's easy to predict, yet the blind cross the road n never get hit. The cracks stay visible no matter how you resurface it, issues run deep and now I'm feeling weak, middle of the night again, disrupting sleep. I'm doin' the old me just finished another drink, my dad's cancers back, I'm not ready, still to speak of a loss that will affect the very core of me, think positively no matter how bleak...and how's me being am manager make me thirsty??? I put together a great team, one of the best in the league, sorry it ain't a priority batting one of 16 on the Fluffy's, get up max three times a game, playin' a different position just ain't the same as when I'm in the pocket, natural born leader, don't knock it. Last Monday I hit my second home run, nigga jock it! I do anything I put my mind to and fuck those things I won't, track record speaks for itself, tell me it don't!?! So emotional, bouncin' here to there - Tasmanian devil, gettin' wear and tear, I stay surface deep, never pullin' back a layer. Ask me about love, I'll tell ya it ain't fair, like a bait n switch, buyer beware. Advertisin' a smile til it ends in despair. Although I woke up today in a much happier mood, gotta break the news, won't be able to visit at least until June. Got commitments every weekend in May but hang tight cuz there'll be more visiting days. I'm a let you go and look up "BAD" by Wale.
Unglued at the seams baby, I'm falling apart. Nothin' does me better than gettin' your art. Don't know if it's cuz yo talent or the thought you put in it - or perhaps reality, it simply cuz YOU did it. I mean, send me a crumpled, shredded mess and I'd cherish it always. Such a huge claim on my heart ain't no hot dogs in hallways or little dick spit, you so thick and I'm a captive audience - it's so apparent like my red, drunk spottiness. No excuse, it ain't you responsible for my bobbin' and weavin', it's my own fault for the fantasy world I believe in - Just somethin bout you keep me beyond enamored. If Daisy Duck was a chicken, I'd be Cornel Sanders cuz I'd keep fighting cases to keep fuckin' Cause, Just Cause I never met another nigga like him and I know I never will, though I try to keep it trill, let's just keep it real. When it comes to you I'm always spinnin' the wheel, vicious cycle, still wanna hold you down - But nothin else matters once you around. Like I said, ain't your fault or cuz he out the country, he done been back but now I'm all B - B is for the baggage that I'ma always carry. M is for the mistake of me probably never gettin' married. Cuz a commitment like that honest to God scare me, I'd be gone in a second if you got out don't dare me. So I'm weary, never all in though I fall in manholes often, perhaps to distract from the kazi I get lost in, Who really need a balance when you my soulmate and my best friend? Unhealthy pattern, here we go again....
So self-aware but enough to stop it? Safety never prevented someone to cock it. Praised me for that balance n now I've seemed to have lost it - plus super sad, all my mail those fucks lost it? I sent a grip of pieces, stamps, letters and flicks, but maybe it's for the best the long letter you never get...I don't know anymore, confused as I spit...Didn't want your letters to end tonight I wanted to keep reading, brain like a YOU sponge, soakin' all that you feed it - just want to be important to someone, you know how I need it. Fillin my schedule to eliminate any free time, half me livin' in a space I'd like to call my prime. Yet maybe you're right it's all a distraction from my cryin' - I do it so well, avoid dealin with real shit, issues at hand I simply forget, while falling back on familiar cuz it's easy to predict, yet the blind cross the road n never get hit. The cracks stay visible no matter how you resurface it, issues run deep and now I'm feeling weak, middle of the night again, disrupting sleep. I'm doin' the old me just finished another drink, my dad's cancers back, I'm not ready, still to speak of a loss that will affect the very core of me, think positively no matter how bleak...and how's me being am manager make me thirsty??? I put together a great team, one of the best in the league, sorry it ain't a priority batting one of 16 on the Fluffy's, get up max three times a game, playin' a different position just ain't the same as when I'm in the pocket, natural born leader, don't knock it. Last Monday I hit my second home run, nigga jock it! I do anything I put my mind to and fuck those things I won't, track record speaks for itself, tell me it don't!?! So emotional, bouncin' here to there - Tasmanian devil, gettin' wear and tear, I stay surface deep, never pullin' back a layer. Ask me about love, I'll tell ya it ain't fair, like a bait n switch, buyer beware. Advertisin' a smile til it ends in despair. Although I woke up today in a much happier mood, gotta break the news, won't be able to visit at least until June. Got commitments every weekend in May but hang tight cuz there'll be more visiting days. I'm a let you go and look up "BAD" by Wale.