Delusional

He looked in the mirror and didn't see the black hoodie and jeans he wore,
The well cut ceaser and 3 piece suit with the tie felt so real,
The brief case felt a lot lighter then the gun he actually held,
He dropped the clip made sure it was fully loaded then placed one in the head,
Instead he felt his self open the briefcase and check for his memoirs and stat sheets,
Heard "Daddy ..daddy" being yelled from the other room,
Some everyday bitch he fucked on a regular,
His mind seen a son of his own run in "DADDY...DADDY",
"Where you going" she spit sealing the Blount she was rolling,
Looking down at his son "you leaving, where you going?"
The reply was the same "To Work",
"Let yourself out and u seen my keys?" he asked,
His mind told his wife "Don't forget to let the dog out n u seen my keys baby?",
Walked to the porch and looked at his bright grass with a smile,
Which actually just laid dirt and mud
Glanced at the neighbors and two brothers sat on a car passing a blount between them,
His vision say two brothers scrambling to pull trash cans to the front before garbage ran,
He looked at em smirked to his self and adjusted the suitcase,
Actually he grilled them and shifted his gun,
"Nigga crazy" they mumbled,
"Mr. Bryson the man" his head scrambled,
He marched off in his black timbs.


NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE LIFE IS ONLY HOW U SEE IT

- Mr. Night