PART TWO

In my life is still so much pain, that soaks deep in the veins, fuck cuttin' like a knife, when will success flood and reign? I thought part one would be that change to my life, yet I still get much of the same, notions of the past is driving me insane, while coming up short from success is the only thing that seems to maintain. Strain from mispreceptions on social media brings unwanted stress to my brain, as all I want is a little fortune and fame. I can’t speak my mind is being like stripped and maimed. Can’t be myself without being misconstrued as a liar or game. My love need her validation more often deep in disclaim. I guess I’m the blame for living my life different than YOURS, that’s the bane of my existence, but I have no shame as this journey has gotten some critics to acclaim. Though YOU want to be invisible on this journey as you proclaim. And oh, my daughter is the only one proudly wearing my last name. That tat will be gone, it’s so obsolete, though I get subliminal heat like the two meanings of attame. Its gone on my terms not because of some infuriated flame. I just want to exclaim of joy for surviving another day of being less fortunate and mundane. I hate my life being so utterly plain, going through the motions as my Queen is off the chain. Though she is my Candi, my high like 99 percent pure cocaine. Unbalanced situations causes the infamous 7 year itch that lead to constrain. Moving forward towards success like an ‘out of control' freight train.

The Urban Psalmist