Life

I lived a good life

I lived bad life

I lived a good life

I lived a good life I lived a bad life

dam these demons still be talking like a bitter ex that can’t let go how am I supposed to excel when shit still relevant a knife cut threw siloettes cleared the smoke and killed the elephant but still no room to elevate like who the Bafoon? I keep using tape to bond these quakes like what the fuck that supposed to do? We born with a clean slate given the meals life got to offer on our plate it’s our fate our choice to decide what we consume unto our brain

Livin so outlandish like mami tryna get papi to speak a Spanish in a pergatory state

creepin past these zombies wit a euthanized mind

disembodied morals to undervaluing lifes time in relevance of positivity to facade like cloudy skies an images reflection reflecting mainstreams projection recycling vocabulary wording construction

Don’t mind me I’m my own obstruction causing casualties like drunk driven car collisions, life can be beautiful depending on the type of adversary vices you live wit critics enticed wit a negative opinion vice grip to they teeth to show em I’m serious never said I was a heavenly angel in the beginning

I be curious bout happy things like life is suppose to play out I’m stuck in deception staring at my reflection questioning why I came out to who I be but the only reflection I see is me self reflecting what I’ve done in life understandable to asking why should I reflect to the pure in what I think and what I’ve done, a nasty taste after I speak, regret happens after you’ve reached your peak, how can you bring back the happiness you’ve once had to a shoulda coulda had happy during her own peak?

Theres no such thing as a good person if a good person been deceived, deseeding these early bloomers cuz I’ve already reached my peek, (reseeding/receding) like plantations of ganja cuz drama soap operas can cause bleeding like menstrual cycled baby momma problems, y’all bullshit I don’t seek like a game of charades wit blind folk bleak to the thought in mind

a hoe when y’all sheep try herding to me with (woos/woes) like woo u thought woo you wished woo you must not know I’m pro abortion to grown folk bitch I am the clinic