On some real shit though I’ve hated.
I did my time for validation.
Undertaken by the playa
so alluring to my story,
who pretends to have some glory,
but he’s boring,
bitch-made and overrated.
He pushed me
and he played me,
like a toy Benz Mercedes,
but its my fault I downgraded
when I chose to change my ways and
ignore the red flags saying;
not today cuz he’s a boy,
looking out to only score and
winding up only a whore
with no shame or accreditation.
He has references with no names,
and many words but still no game,
like a book without a last page,
or an author who goes blank,
but I’ll tell you I learned today,
that I’m smarter, kind of famous
in this small town known as chaos,
what I lost may have been jaded
but it was only infatuation,
and it taught me to stay away
because the cost was so much more than
getting laid and complicated.
But it’s fading in the distance,
like an addiction to the substance,
and fighting hard to never bend.
But then resistance in the end
“No, we can’t be friends,
make amends with no regrets,
or break silence.
I’ll save my breath,
because there is nothing left,
except for promises never kept,
and to remember that shit happens.”