01-23-2021, 08:03 PM
Hey.
This is not directed at you, but I want you to recognize that you are a product of it, and me an offspring of you…except the kid brother version…and when dad punishes me it's much much worse.
You made me belligerent.
And if i weren't trained the three C's I would've acted on that belligerence
You remain "like so"
It was all a joke to you
It's been ingrained since sixth grade, it only makes sense to call me a nigga to my face
And it was faggot before the faggotry, so what?
A nigga got curious, most of you don't believe enough in yourself to admit the experience, so you bog down the others
"Don't be a fag my nigga"
Something so brash said casually over dinner
I’d drop a fuck to that sparingly.
Willingly
Desperately
Either way, your boy still gets done up like the bad bitch on the block, or I’ll flip that and look like I’m toting that roscoe.
I would never, but I somehow can’t convince my community.
Maybe it’s the demeanor?
It’s hard to cater to a man who stares at ceilings.
With conversations being so trivial, you’ll find him correcting his solemn gaze, fixing on the pits behind one’s eyelids.
Not a lot down there huh? Go figure!
Same thing applies vice versa, but at least I recognize it, right?
Yes, yes.
What’s worse than a boy who can only see the longer picture?
A boy who has seen the wider one.
With all three eyes even.
Spent my last year of innocence excavating my mind.
Within this year I have felt more unison with the earth beneath me, more intact with the spirits of my relatives, more connected to the foreign countries I involuntarily tarnish , more lonely despite many old souls reaching out, more horny even though I gotta sex shop on my laptop, and more frustration towards the foundations America and Spain choose to keep intact.
My heart wants to say fuck it, but my minds eye is saying fuck ‘em.
I don’t have anything to put up for this new year: I wish you could see my grin.
Come the first Friday of 2021, I will own a new set of C’s.
Creativity, communication, and communal connection.
Fuck all that other noise.
This is real life inspired by projections.
This is not directed at you, but I want you to recognize that you are a product of it, and me an offspring of you…except the kid brother version…and when dad punishes me it's much much worse.
You made me belligerent.
And if i weren't trained the three C's I would've acted on that belligerence
You remain "like so"
It was all a joke to you
It's been ingrained since sixth grade, it only makes sense to call me a nigga to my face
And it was faggot before the faggotry, so what?
A nigga got curious, most of you don't believe enough in yourself to admit the experience, so you bog down the others
"Don't be a fag my nigga"
Something so brash said casually over dinner
I’d drop a fuck to that sparingly.
Willingly
Desperately
Either way, your boy still gets done up like the bad bitch on the block, or I’ll flip that and look like I’m toting that roscoe.
I would never, but I somehow can’t convince my community.
Maybe it’s the demeanor?
It’s hard to cater to a man who stares at ceilings.
With conversations being so trivial, you’ll find him correcting his solemn gaze, fixing on the pits behind one’s eyelids.
Not a lot down there huh? Go figure!
Same thing applies vice versa, but at least I recognize it, right?
Yes, yes.
What’s worse than a boy who can only see the longer picture?
A boy who has seen the wider one.
With all three eyes even.
Spent my last year of innocence excavating my mind.
Within this year I have felt more unison with the earth beneath me, more intact with the spirits of my relatives, more connected to the foreign countries I involuntarily tarnish , more lonely despite many old souls reaching out, more horny even though I gotta sex shop on my laptop, and more frustration towards the foundations America and Spain choose to keep intact.
My heart wants to say fuck it, but my minds eye is saying fuck ‘em.
I don’t have anything to put up for this new year: I wish you could see my grin.
Come the first Friday of 2021, I will own a new set of C’s.
Creativity, communication, and communal connection.
Fuck all that other noise.
This is real life inspired by projections.