Bop Gone Sad
After
Willie
Damn homie/in High
school you was the man homie/what the fuck happened to you? –Curtis Jackson
In between your dreams
Life happens
So fast you couldn’t catch up
With fantasies of places
You would never visit even
If wishes was granted
Slanted eyes don’t let you see straight
Crooked as your confidence you let evaporate
Meditate on melting frozen
Chosen charisma consider future
With you broken sentences with bad intentions
Standing still in shadows
Arrows pointed directly at shaky temple
Meant to live glorious existence
Not dwell on all you missed
Used to swish now you throw up bricks
Destroying instead of building not so willing
Initiate and instigate brothers’ rapid demise
Spiraling down drain
Fist wrapped around gold chain
Suffocating blood to malnourished brain
Making you believe you have best perspective
When purpose walked out long time ago
Nowhere to circle in search of getting low
Bottom has been horizon for too long
Moonlight highlights descent at breakadawn
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