((yo this piece is long, im not even gonna front. It's filled with truth though, so thanx to those who read it all))

Catch 22, that' how I feel when I think about you
And the question, "what do I do" circulates thru my mind
Like Clouds of smoke interwined in a session
The irony, is we ended the same way I ended with the last
The contrast, is around you I'm still damaged, and I wear my smile as a mask
And as I attempt to analyze and summarize our situation
I continuously encounter this question…
"What do I do?"
to be real, my mind hasn't rested
It's congested with the moments we both invested in
Since you left it
my mind has been on 23-hr lock down because you arrest it
so i suggested
That i brainstorm
In one bubble, I place all of my notes, poems, thoughts, and confessions
About those intimate days I had you in my possession
Those times where the radiation of your essence infected me, internally, like cancer
And those nights.....[pause]... ooOoh those nights…
We were ADDICTED to each other, we were ADDICTS
WE refused to let go of one another like two naked bodies firmly constricted during the coldest day of winter
We refused to let go like memories resting in cemeteries
And because our memories is hard for me to bury
I have in my head this question I carry
"What do I do?"
In another bubble, I put all those nights you never showed
And those apologetic messages you used to try and reschedule
You were oblivious to the fact that your washed up commitments got under my skin, like a pimple
I didn't ask you for nothing, more than a simple phone call with a side of honest explanations
But the lack of your communications ruptured our relation, and severed our primary link of connection, talking
I was urging, searching, and churching for salvation
And you were not aiding in finding that location
With all of my allegations, I was filled with frustration
And it begs me to question
"What do I do?"
But I maybe jumping to conclusion
And the things I imagined you doing was probably an illusion
But can you honestly blame M-E
See a lot of us are afraid to show our true identities
Due to insecurities and uncertainties
In turn, we are all guilty of introducing ourselves with commercial personalities
That's a catastrophe!
I mean, it's safe to say people hate to be judged, that's why we dislike those with gavels
We all have secrets the same shape as our shadows
But what I have learned, is the stronger a person holds themselves back is the more they're fragile
On the inside
You and I, we both know thru experience how serious it is to have trust
But in the end of this rocky journey, after the smoke and dust settled
It was clear, you had more Your steering and alignment to adjust
I can't believe you keep things on the low, why'd you sink lower than your standards
You were hiding shit, that's why I split like a banana
I get irate when I hear your name, F.U.C.K. I can't stand yah
You were hurt before I came, and now you have changed the way you look at a man
You are just a product of propaganda
Yet I am still stuck, seemingly suspended in time, because I don't know what to do
The more I'm vexed, and the more I reminiscence
Is the more you resemble a 50 ft. wall
A 50 ft wall….
'Cause it's difficult
For me to get over you
And as my pride is yelling, telling me to stay firm
Just look at this incident as a learn well learned
I'm blocking both pathways to my eardrums, because I'm stubborn
This is for you and every woman who feels that all men pledge commitments that are filled with lies
Let me tell you something, when a man drinks and taste's something good, it's easy for him to swallow his pride
Besides, no medication could ever cure the way we used to be
We, were just that ill
And that's why I still feel that this heat between us needs to chill
Catch 22
And I still don't know what to do
It's either I continue to ignore your existence, and play myself
Or cease putting up resistance, and reveal my white flag
Catch 22
A dilemma we all go thru

Musiq Soulchild - Half Crazy - Musiq