Get Used To Yourself VII: Blackheart

(Warning: explicit emotions)

Right now y'all gon understand me
This is his evil speaking
His enemy
The entity of all his negative energy
From his frustration to his jealousy
Under construction for his destruction from the inside out
I am the black in his heart
In Macadon Blackheart
He's trying so hard to channel me in his art
While embracing me simultaneously
But he's straining you see
He's lost
He wants to be positive
But still believes there's strength in the opposite
Knows God is Love
But hates his conscience, it's
Making him feel like a weakling
Fighting isn't in his nature
Yet has a wrath that'll make him erase an entire nation
Why the wait then?
He doesn't like hurting people
So I gave him two options
Express his hatred
Or I express mine to eliminate him
He's been fighting me since he was 18
Now he's trying to make me join him
But I'll keep him straining til his organs burst, his veins pop
And I internally destroy him
Matter of fact
I'll let you in on something
I want you to see how easy this so you know I'm not fronting
This very pile of words
He hates how the rhyming is going
It's getting on his nerves
Lack of metaphors
The rhyming is poor
Matter of fact I can stop rhyming completely
That'll upset him even more
He thought he could control me explaining who I am
Dumb ass nigga
Like I very first said
Right now y'all gon understand me
I'm here to make him do one of two things
Give himself over to me
Or simply end himself
It's me or death
But I'm fair enough to give him the power to choose
But I may have to choose for him
By the way
He hates this poem so much
I'm sharing this against his will
He ain't want anyone to hear or read this
It's not poetry to him anymore
It's not art to him
It's simply him expressing the bitch that he was born
That's why this is special to me
My happiness is his unhappiness
That's who I am
Everything he doesn't sit well with
His insecurities
His doubts
His lack of faith in God
He believes God is female
Only because it would explain why he'll never experienced being loved by a female
And speaking of insecurities
He's 22 years old
And still a virgin
Hasn't had a tangible girlfriend since the sixth grade
But all he ever sees nowadays
Is girls in the arms of mostly low-life and no-life niggas
Yeah he sees a few girls with good guys
And that makes him just as jealous
As the girls who love the low-life and no-life niggas
For the record
He been wanted to trash this weak pile of words a long time ago
But I ain't done yet
He has this stupid ass goal
Be the so called most inspiring artist alive
He wants to reach out to the suicidal
Live in people's hearts forever
Trying to make people hear his story
Bitch ass nigga
Who gives a FUCK about your life?
No one my nigga
You're nobody
So get that dumb ass dream out your head
Because reality is
You ain't talented
Stop lying to yourself
Fuck that "fake it til you make it" bullshit
This shit ain't real
What's real is pain
What's real is what you constantly feel
And what do you constantly feel
Unhappy
Like this world isn't worth lasting another day in
Like God doesn't give a fuck about you
Because if She did
You'd be thanking Her so much more
Than you're bitching to Her
And God wants me to tell you
Stop bitching to Her
Leave Her the fuck alone
You're no more special than the next person She created
She has bigger miracles to deliver
You're just crying wolf
So now ladies and gentlemen
Back to y'all, forgive me for taking my attention off you
But yeah
My purpose is to help him see
Help him let go
And be free
Help him
As he precisely put it
Get Used To Himself.