Ain't shit

 

Just another scene to switch to.
With no one to scrutinize.

Just another ghost with a heartbeat.
You really need to die.
This day ain't mine.
This day died when my trust was brutalized by blood so thin,
She didn't mind her sin.
Everyday of life for her was scumming for win.

Came back from service, and let some other nigga in.

Wandering streets,
Dodging the idea of handling pans.

Wanting to reverting to my past angst when I was handling the idea of seeing no more.
8 balls turned into avalanches.
Crimson poured from the hole,
My life kept going on.

FUCK THIS!


You're supposed to be my older sister but you treated me like baby daddy number 3 of 4,

It seems even when. The judge sides with me the courts will always take to the whore.

Family blood tainted a fucking bitch.

The judge told the cops to let that boy in,
No less than a hour after my court win she hit me up with some bullshit order,

Me and the cops laugh as we went down on the fine print.

"What the fuck is this shit"?, Says the Sergeant.

Pats me on the back and says " Bro"
If you sneeze wrong, she can have you in rikers.

Took her to court may 18th,
GOT my win,
Felt like Kobe.
Next hour,
You use spite and and the fact that you have a gash to ruin my life.
May 19th, 2016 World came crashing down.
KOBE.


No less on the day before my birthday.
You have the nerve to call me to see if I'm ok?

Or to see if if didn't turn into Cobain or Dylan Roof.

My truth cloudy as I paint demons your skulls.

Bitch. 20 years in that home,
You got 8 years after being kicked out for having dope boys threatening to kill my father.
My blood dad,
The one that was only good for money,
Let you on a lease with me.
Fucking leach of a whore,
I wouldn't trust even if you had to be leashed by me.
You're worse than animal.
 
You came in with no work experience to work over your own brother. Have him homeless on the street for 7 months, just so he can fight depression, and the constant thought of wanting to kill myself every time I walked past a cafeteria in college. 2 jobs, school debt, and no roof on my head.
Thanks God I was sober.


STILL NEVER ASKED A NIGGA FOR NOTHING. People expecting something.
I only expected expiration.
I'll kill myself before handle pans.

I can't even expect decency from the human to my left and the one to my right is dead.  I should really take my cues from him.

At the end of the day I got the shitty stick.
Worked my ass off and got rewarded with a brick to head.
And not a brick of cocaine,
I could have used an overdose of nostalgia, regret, ache.
I used to search for fate.

Now I feel like it's always too late.
Im always in the right,
But it's you devil's who decide my fate.


I seem,
Just another whisper in the ear.
You dont know it but I am your fear.
So you spend your time making sure,
I don't see hope.

If I rack up the arsenal,
Maybe you will finally believe in me.

Truth be told I wish I could pick up a stick and be a monster for a day. I know you could do it. The way you slit a nigga throat.
It's funny how you all think your all nice.

Even if there was a hint of brilliance, to ignite a scene to take your eyes.
My soul is blacker than black,
The world,
cold as ice.

It seems all good when I'm not alive.

Happy birthday Chump!!!