Face It.

Why is this so hard for me? To accept that life is a bitch and it’s purpose is to be hard on me. At the wheel with all drive I don’t care where i go I drive tirelessly. 

I wanna fall to my sunken place. Where I could fuck who I want in a home with hella space. House so big it’ll have it’s own database. Music will feed the soul so much it’ll do the track cause my heart will race. Not a negative soul or energy insight not a trace. 

There I don’t have to be a brother, son, nephew, etc. Nothing could get in the way of what I’m setting up. And if I fall I fall don’t have to worry about it being crucial getting up. No I don’t feel stuck. I just feel that I’m at the end of the match already I just been struck. That mean I needed a head start to light up. 

This little light of mine. Draining tf outta me I wonder when it’s my time. I can’t sing but if I shine. The glasses you wear not gonna stop you from going blind. I feel like grape they walk all over me and I turn into wine. 

They just need me in the end. And I’m so loving it’s like being machine washable they just use me again. The fault in our own stars seems like I can make a solar system. 

Became someone’s sun. I came out down to earth and wasn’t done. Moms was like Jupiter cause as part of my life I planet out for her to be the biggest one. The buttons on me is like Mars they discovered they can build life on it so they test a few runs. 

I just become Sadder now. Even with the conversations I have with my girl but I still Saturn down. My depression pop up and intervene it’s a problem now. And since I have my own I tell people to take comments to Cronus father, Uranus, cause I have no time for problem child’s. Head under water, see god made me a sponge but if start flipping shit I can’t take Neptune’s crown. Mercury, that’s how my bro’s around me meaning I got small circle now. 

They say life is what you make it. If I was then I will fake it. Records playing beat is jumping meaning there is the music and I should face it.