Act 2...

"Self-Reconstruction act 2"
Issues deep rooted, but still a graphic show out. The attic of charismatic, against me theres no bout. But lack of competition, caused my view to be in high-defination. Or maybe it was jus the gettin high in repetition. But I deem my complexed addition, only added fuel to my already complexed vision. Inferno ignited, partially slighted even though I see the world through lenses. Full-time four eyes, but sight has neva been one of my strong senses. So Im blind to the facts, picture perfect but Im so conflicted. Passion for life crept up on me, and now Im so addicted. Wishin I was able to be more restricted before I had got convicted. But alas... A new pain just equals a new lesson. Hardheaded fella, been tryna subdue stressin. But I was told, "the shit you reap is the shit u sow/Tell God Im better then the shit I show"/Cuz mixin my feelins wit the shit I kno/Has lead me to lay down armor too thick to glow/Feelin too sick to grow, and the pace is so quick its slow/And right now, my life aint fightin in the right stance/Stuck in drunken monkey, tryna prosper minus the right chance/I flirt with death to the point where we might dance/But excuse you me, I dont wanna lay wit her/She longs for me to stay wit her/Yet I wont, so she stay bitter/Teasin me in a dress that was made to fit her/Decked out ruby colored, knowin how much I adore red/But I gotta get back to life, so I kiss her forehead/Leave her moist, mama jus achin' for more/But I kno her foreign terror-tory is forsaken to explore/Its my life, your entertainment/Yeah, I ushered in some T.I.P./But still manage to get flustered so u can see Im me/And me... Im a nervous wreck-o/Waitin on my secret service to let go/But yet no/Cuz sometimes when you shine ya flashlight on somethin already so bright/You eff up the whole sight, and whats left aint right/While she was glancin my direction, I was chancin her affection/But romancin her attention, had me dancin wit whats destined/I dont know what to make of us, prolly cuz there is no us/I am who I am, and by far, you are who you are/And it has me smitten/Thinkin bout the purr of her kitten/Right before I touchdown like a running back/Taste so sweet, its no wonder why I keep runnin back/And now Im stuck tryin to arrest her heart through poetic justice/While being so afraid of becomin loveless/You want me to say it, then fine, Ill admit it/That it scares the SHIT outta me to be commited/Mainly becuz no matta how right the Justice, Im neva Lucky/And whether its the good or bad way, somebody always wanna fuck me/But I dont always wanna... Do it/Some days Im like "screw it"/And I kno its hard to view it/Due to my history, but my past is history/Class? No social studies, but from my social studies/Ive gained some coastal buddies/But those em-effers, are jus dead weight/Im sheddin pounds now, jus so she can be my check-mate...

the good stuff is always near the bottom of the pile lol... happy valentine's day to all if I dont post somethin else before then... a lot has happened in the past week, but I havent had the urge to blog like that. Im still readin tho. Just havent felt like splashin my whole water wave over the net recently. Lotta silly, lotta bad, lotta good shit... Im still livin, out here grindin like Khaled I guess. Hair outta control. But I refuse to get a shave. Its not like I dont have the bread, I just refuse to do it. I like it. Ace keep yellin at me to cut it, but I feel like... As long as I still feel good when I look in the mirror, and Im not out here tryin to impress ANY fuckin body nowadays, Im good... I been hearin a lotta chitter chatter, even caught a few folk playin themselves, but its all GOOD. Regardless of the bullshit, Im still here. Alive and well. Ethel in the shop, but she jus goin come back bigger and badder. So its nothin... Recently, I sat down wit my pops who is currently in the hospital, and we talked about why... Why people dont like me. I told him, I aint give a fuck. He said, "you shouldnt". And that was that. So even though I really aint give a fuck before... I just got co-signed by Pops... So anybody who dont like me, can go eat a dick. Bitches...


blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh went the lion...