"sick of this shit."
by ♫ ej.brklyn.bred.
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my father always said memories are suttn special son
grasp em tite so you never forget where you are from
&
you never forget what i've taught
&
and you never forget what you've learned
but most importantly
you never forfeit what you've earned
to the next man, opportunist by nature, secretly waiting for you to fail
savagely seeking to steal your possessions, using hints of your own trail
olfactory working overtime
sniffing exhaustively
just to smell
the faint whiff
of reek steaming from
my internalized hell
it is then that you remember what it took to receive
that, which is rightfully yours
the sweat and tears it took to achieve
those winning scores
and when you remember
protect these feats
so forcibly all adversaries shall involuntary retreat
to this day his bass echoes in my ear.. to this day
I remember…
…I remember…
i
reeemember
asking her
"welllll damn, why didn't it work with you and him?"
because like a scuff on my shoe, he was mildly apparent
not easily rid of with a brush, a nuisance, annoyingly stagnant
i also remember...
ten minutes in passing, when finally the laughter subsides
took quite sometime to get over her response
"THAT NIGGA WAS FIVE FOOT FIVE!"
not able enough for the brooklyn miss, no passion exuded from my brooklyn chick
so she had to drop ‘em quick,
too soon
make sometime for this (haha) “young dude”
from then I realized
he was one of those,
“get in where I fit in hoes”
can't see far over the curb
arms to short to throw power punches so instead he threw words
that verged on the lines of being disrespectful
tightroped around racy verbs
catapulted phrases that
coulda, shoulda irked my nerves
but didn’t
and I wonder why?
could it be that I’m that stand up kind of guy
whom most know nothing about
airy assumptions created by whimsical words of mouth
there are only a few people the should even have the audacity to say something about me
off the top
thats
ProHood, IB, F1 and Miss T
the reason: I've had something to say to them in private discussion
so where these other judgements spawn... i'm seriously wonderin'
which is why i respect "one"
had "one" conversation wit son
no beef
buh other dudes must have telescopes that peep dc
to earn these ph. d's concerning the character of me
don't let no age fool you
could say i been through more shit than two of you
facing cancer and a broken home
but that'd be hypocritical
seeing as i know not of the life you come from
and i don't pretend to
so while your apologizing think twice about your pencil
cause if you think i'm unstable
that brooklyn mama is mental
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