Truth Be Told

Difficult is what they call me, but I say I’m selective. I have a heart of an old head named Brother, so I’m a bit overprotective and subjective.

Tired of everybody always tryna play me for stupid. They see me and think I’m something lucrative. But I’m priceless and only broken ones can really see it. Probably why I always end up with a Nigha who got weak knees. I end up punching that Nigha in the neck and stepping it by myself.

It is what it is; it ain’t what it ain’t. Because ppl like me always fight to win. I could do what the Romans do and probably luck out. But that’s not what I’m about. I like the hard to get shit because it gets me pumping. A Mufukka tell me no, harder ima go. My pops said I was born with my eyes and ears wide open. I see everything coming. Back of my eyelids always reflect what’s next. I tend not to sleep because I don’t want that edge.

I’m always on the edge of my seat. I got anxiety. Premonition, intuition, it’s all inside of me. Don’t nobody know what to do with me, half the time idk myself. But I know this much, I know who tf I am.

ON ANY DAY 

Disrespectful when the opportunity presents itself, and I don’t make amends. I make do with what I got, but everyday I push for more. Try to be a better person at times, Bc I know I wasn’t born in this shit just to be degular. I know plenty that see me and want me on a regular. I’m that dope shit, that they tell you not to touch. All I know is for myself I’m never too much.

I’m enough for you bitches to always be mad at, enough for your baby fathers to still want that. I’m enough for half you Mufukkas to hate me and don’t know why. So you can’t tell me I ain’t shit when you mug me every time I walk by.

Got somebody’s shorty calling me broke right now, it don’t mean an ounce of nothing bc the nigha she wants fills my heart, lady parts, and pockets with something. Indirects from all angles and I dance the shit away. Skip to the stick and sit until I want to get off. The more I’m chastised, the harder you’ll reap. Just relax yourself, it ain’t that deep.

The nerve to be mad tho… bc of what I do, what I say, attack what I birthed, and complain when I stay out the way. Y’all really be twisted up about the simple stuff. I be over here smiling because I don’t like to belong. I mind my business until you do me wrong. I don’t think I’m better than anyone, I just know I am protected. My spirituality and love I give to the world is never neglected. So, by the universe I am respected.

The point is, idc bc I already know what’s for me is for me, Respectfully. I’m not phenomenal, but I do phenomenal shit. Truth be told… you really deep down fukk with it.