Incognito

Under the radar, I want to be. A difficult man I can be but I don’t want them to see. I’m the one they lead off shore I just want to jump off the map let me count to three. Looking past the demons that’s paining me. 

I see myself as invisible or am I looking through.  I call people out on the things I hate about myself am I having a break through or breaking through? Only thing that was blacken around me was my shadow but now it’s shade as if I needed to be cool. My power is handy no wonder they use me to fix everything, I’m a tool. 

I’ve been out the way of everyone I know. I feel it’s best cause they have bigger fish to fry and I’m working on a garden for growth. Im a established, back stabbed, back lashed, back burned, mf to fight with but they’ll still go toe to toe. I thought it was a gentlemen’s sport until the gentleman get his toes stepped on. 

By the referee, referring to the women i know they should know who I’m referencing. I preferred to be the one they prefer then they change their preferencing. It’s cool though, it’s just the way the wind blows wether it’s hot or cold they still have air conditioning. I can’t be captioned like my life’s a movie cause if I didn’t have any words to say you can still hear the scene. 

Twisting the plot. Would if I was dead and they didn’t know if I was alive or not? Like if I died weeks ago and Fox News found a way to put it in their 11pm spot. Would they check on me then when all of my skin was shed to rot? And all the seeds I planted in these lines would it be a shame if I didn’t get to see my grown up crop. Would they take back the times I was used like a tv prop? Talking they shit ganged up but for a moment of silence for me will it stop? Nah I’m incognito, by the way of what I have ain’t beneficial to what they got. I guess that’s why their so called friends die and it hurts cause the only thing they remember was “he used to laugh a lot”.