forever & a day.

I felt passive in the past tense. Forever would've been like never & a day if you had left then.

Forever stressing over bill shit. I cracked the fortune cookie then it told me "goodluck w/ the month's rent".

Remember I was on my Erykah Badu shit? when I thought my mama's gun would have the answer.

Was playing Nostalgia Ultra and some Sampha.

And Sonja smiled at me w/out the sign of cancer.

And I've been dreaming in parables.

I mean dreaming of dreams in LA w/ cashmere thoughts & some gold rims, distance myself from old "friends"/friendly but don't believe in me when I mention the gold I see. Or ever see the gold in me.

Like, where were you when they would lock that door. Where was the favour when you screened my calls...

Where was the love when teams would say "bring your playbook"; letters in bottles but they washed upshore..

And I knew for sure that when texting Sixx if I can I tag at the studio... that I'd get left on "read" like I'm stupid though.

I guess that's fair, the night we stood outside the House out at Ft. McPherson I still appreciate that you listened.

I flew to Los Angeles; last trip before I dive in the wishing well & leaving GA behind me in similes.

I found my peace; my tongue could feed like a thousand nations, I texted God an essay but He'd only respond with "Listen".

Seek my peace; the art in me now I'm loving me, whole-heartedly flaws & all but I'm golden this laughter for something light but these paintings just don't resemble me.

miss me w/ all the bullshit. times I stumbled in pulpits, dreaming of all the things I want..

Your trending topics don't depict my words. And what you care for won't denounce my heart..

Sang in the Ford and heard laughs from Mish & Thelyse, but their museums can't define my art.

apart from the start of it through the closure, I would hate my shit in fear that nxggas wouldn't feel my vulnerability sober.

a poet like Homer; I'm trying to knock it out the park like some homers for golden rims and LA dreams or its over..

& not in entirety while I'm elevating myself to a higher me. could easily have that cardboard like "hire me".

I guess the shit I write really ain't useless entirely.

if I just……..

…Like, why I dock my ship if I ain't ever shore..

Why over explain my art when all my shit it pure. 

Always fucking being passive when my time is low...

Shit it's either hold on tighter or just let it go.

Like, why I question God if He gon’ help me grow...

Why I'm always asking questions when I fucking know...

Shit it's either fight the current or just let it flow.

If I just go......