Garamond Givenchy

uh, uh, uh, uh

if i could turn back da hands of time

maybe moved to a different neighborhood

or got my father to choose a different day job

the tribulations of the world

would not have even fazed me

a brother could have been invincible

nothing would have fragilized my soul

i wouldn’t have gotten picked on

for the way i looked, talked, and walked

sometimes i feel like i am a deity

but i am not a deity i am a mortal

i know that i wrote a few hundred something books

but does that make me god

i never created life

only did so in print pages and on notebook covers

maybe maybe i should have been a lawyer

i would be in law school or something

because nobody appreciates the work

that goes into sculpting life in literature

you undermine the author and say that

his work was not adequate enough

call him lazy because he suffers from writer’s block

i have a quote from robert de niro

i would like to explain in my own saying using language of poetry

do you know how isolated i am from the world

because i have devoted my livelihood to writing

sometimes i can become a bit anxious because

why should anyone buy this book if all i talk about is anger and misery

i don’t drink too much coffee

only on weekdays

strictly one cup a day

that’s it nothing more, I swear

procrastination creeps up on you when you least expect it

you know that you can knock out those forty poems a day

instead you just settle for twenty but no worries

you can always do it tomorrow right

self-loathing has become nothing but a damn devil

a devil that you just want to pour water on so much

watch it melt like ice cubes on the kitchen’s window sill

constantly convincing yourself that you are not the person people look up to you as

or these certificates hanging up on your bedroom’s walls don’t mean a thing,

I mean, what

you barely passed through high school

now you are slacking in college

so, what?

you think you smart?

you not smart

you got asperger’s syndrome my dude

each girl that you ever had passed you off loser

the hell is a savage writer?

man, you know what

stop being a idiot

what about not being adequate

i mean, we already discussed that, but

still tho

why am I not perfect enough?

if I was perfect then people would love me

not hate me

not push me away

right?

i am supposed to be valued

but i ain’t

people looking for saviors

but wanna keep up with celebrities instead

so you saying “f me then”

i wanna save you from corrosion

you won’t let me

biggie ain’t dead

tupac not either

they’re hiding

they’re hiding

looking for sanctum

looking for sanctum

too many paparazzis

too many publications

too many photoshoots

too many awards

too many strippers

too many accusations

too many fans with a magnifying glass

dissecting their qualities

dissecting their qualities

causing anguish and falsity

anguish and falsity

pusha t and drake bumping heads

people letting this usda approved beef hold them over for dinner

ignoring the bacteria in this meat that the restaurant has served

the real problems in society… why we not talking bout those ?

why we not talking bout those

huh