L👀k..
Its been some long days and some short nights,
These days are short rounds in a long fight,
They been mad short comings come complete with long suffering,
Some bong rips and a spliff got my brain buffering,
I refuse to stand in place,
Imma forever have past due posture fees,
I guess all my earnings come at the end,
Like an apostrophe..
Im tryin to turn all my “soon"s into "finally’s”
Despite mfs speakin spitefully privately.
Im tryin to be an icon - loved but hated like Guy Fieri,
Im a Ferrari but i been gasing me with the wrong oil,
I be wanted to blow, fire was too low for my water to boil,
I wanted to grow but i was kickin it in the wrong soil,
I was too busy confusing movement with motion,
I was steppin out of line ,parading feelings as emotions,
I was cashing in , i was mistakin value with pricing,
I was crappin out , i was venting with my vices.
I been salivating for my salvation.
I been gravitating towards gratitude
And delayed gratification,
I been avoiding altercations and elevating towards elation,
Cause my nigga..
I been devestated and dilapidated.
I been a lil faded and i been feelin ill fated,
I been a victim of ill-will and i been a lil irritated,
I been reaching to be featured
I been overdozing.
I been livin for the moment,
I been under pressure and my fears be over reaching,
Shit be unprecedented, i be leanin toward impeachment.
It might not change shit but it sure does help to tolk about it ,
All them nights i laid up in my bed and thought about it,
Ring around the Rhonda Rousey to all them bouts i fought about it,
Im jerry rice, but lousy, to all the flack i caught about it,
Frequent failure miles from all them flights i bought about it,
They tellin me im black then why i feel golden?
They tellin me its cap - is that why I feel goated?
Hardly ever pressed - is that why i never folded?
I been here before , then why everything feel foreign?
I wanna be filled the same way that i be pourin,
Rich spirit with the survival skills of a poor man,
I been gettin grilled and knocked tf out like George Foreman,
And it gotta be skills the way that i be poor man,
Im in the business of building,
niggas keep fuckin up my floor plans,
Cant let shit pass me by or am i destined to be a doorman?
Im at right address but its safe to say im on the far side,
I need to see the real not just Mirages and facades..
- “Look” by Lennox Trim (me)
