The recliner

Im siting inside my recliner reminiscing,
Memories i miss living dispenses on to
The television screen next to me.  
Im kissing a chick siting in my lap,
While staring at a projector screen,
Thinking i would fight to the death
To protect this dream, time skiped
Now im siting in the same recliner reminiscing thinking of being pissed bitching, about her giving up on
This dream with out a fight,
Questioning if love is a lie when life
Is cuffs disguised as bracelet and a watch,
Should i cut to the time that the credits roll,
Or suck up this entire episode.
Time skiped im sitting in the same recliner
Sipping lifes sweat 🍺 and smoking nirvana,  
Hoping this bottle that sit next to me would just say something so i could forget what i remember  but nada,
Time skiped, and as i sit in this recliner the air space is filled with singing and huming the sound of instruments strumming
Is holars music is your conseler,
It said out of all the things that passed by through all of the false promises and broken bonds where i sat was the constant. Now im striving to pay this recliner back for having my back when no one else bothered. You gon always be my dowg son real shit.