Comedy From Tragedy... Hope u like.

"Comedy From Tragedy"
Comedy from tragedy, I frequent the L-O-L/Nah Im not the realest, but I spare no detail/Im not a player, just an opportunist/When it presents itself, I get ig'nit wit the opportune-bliss/So now we goin to the opera soon, miss/The fat lady, steadfast, singin through our break-up/Ya girlfriends comin 2 ya aid, bringin in the make-up/Beggin you to wake-up/I dont lift on the regular, but manage to stay cut/Both in the physical and mental/At times its hard to discern the physical shit I been through/Slowly slippin into a great depression/Growin more irate wit each suggestion/And it got me goin through a speech recession/The best comedy comes from tragedy, so I tend to laugh a lot/Im a work in progress, but a rough draft Im not/Been here a while, my story is bein wrote n pen/So my mistakes cant be erased, even when Im choked by sin/Ya hate is heard as gibberish, 2 me ur 1 of the Sims/The devil can wear prada, but I prefer my Timbs/No horns, no halo... Fuck it, Im just me/Old headed, young blood, no college degree/Proud? No... But it wont crush my pride/1 day success will find me, Im n no rush 2 hide/Wit trouble, I always brush then collide/Cuz wit such promise, Ive lived a life of 'misses'/Both on opportunities & bitches/Missed out on college, but fucked miss thang/Missed out on us bein 2gether, but still she sucked this wang/Comedy from tragedy, I frequent the L-O-L/Nah Im not the realest, but I spare no detail/Used to play the frog, now Im the prince wit no crown/Princess searched high & low, now all she wanna do is lay round/Stay down/Wit her back, flat on the mattress/Legs airbourne, but no matta how I please her, she appear as an actress/She phony now, when it used to be such thrill/Beyond her slut-skill/But still, I end up wit the raw end of such a clutch deal/I dont wanna be her king, so now Im the bad guy/But if, had I/Sell her dreams beyond the ones already sold/We would just decrease in value, cuz we already gold/With each passin day, the chance that Ill stay... To her, jus grows stronger/And it pains me to drag it out any longer/Maybe she's Ms. Right, but to me, she's the wrong "her"/And I yearn for the day, when folk ask, Ill say... "Yeah, man... Thats Her"/The queen of my dreams, the last chick is a blur/But alas, its all comedy from tragedy, I frequent the L-O-L/Nah Im not the realest, but I spare no detail/I laugh now, and try to refrain from cryin/Sobriety is painful, and at times I feel insane for tryin/Cuz in my brain Im lyin/In denial, about bein in that lane and flyin/Sign from God, that they stopped me/It sucks tho, cuz in my heart I kno thats not me/Anger fuelin my actions, is me outta trait/Im often in denial, but never hate/So I blamed others, who I call, brothers/When in reality, it was all on me/Now as the pain of thought falls on me/Im left askin myself, "what if"... What if, somebody died that night?/What if God chose not to glide that flight?/Cuz a nigga was soarin, wit my head in the clouds/Felt invincible, already dead to the crowds/I wouldnt listen, even tho niggas was talkin/Threatenin my mans, "you either get in or you walkin"/I lost all control, and thats what the drug do/Its like blood to a vampire, that I need to debug through/Like a snug flu/I try to fight the temptation/But cot dammit, I like the sensation/So when we fight, I keep gloves on, while she always bare knuckles/I dont mind her punch, but aint no such thing as shootin the fair "fuck-yous"/I catch a case of the "fuck-its", "fuck this, fuck that"/Whether Im sayin "fuck you" or "damn, I wanna fuck that"/ Between a rock & a hard place, yup... Thats where Im stuck at...

dont forget to read "Dirty Diana" underneath this 2 lol. I posted that earlier tonight, then afterwards decided to go finish this damn poem. So whoever reads this first, will be the 1st person to read it besides me. Cuz Im on my thirsty shit wit dis one lol.