The Best Of My Moods

 

Let’s come take a walk with me.

Things are really taking a turn for the worse.

You all should know I’m finally here.

I do need people to pray for me.

I wake up feeling hunted by the screams of people.

Telling me all the wrong I have done.

As they come to me one by one, I see no face.

I was once someone who could be calm, then flip out.

I know how it may seem, I’m a bad boy.

Never meant to conjure up anger, and bitterness.

I wish I could tell you my hurt, but you would only run from me.

As for me I see life as a ball while I’m shackled.

I know I will never see why the lessons.

One day it should come to a stop, and not be brief.

Trying to give my all, so I can keep you all around.

It’s hard how things don’t turn out like I visioned.

Is this the way it suppose to be.

If tomorrow is not promised, why can’t we stay happy long enough to see the world.

I want me and old homies to kick it.

All they see is I left and created a large bridge, to far to cross.

I can reintroduce myself I am Broadway.

I can not sit and watch things fly by.

My sister Chaz Jones let me know how to recognize the big picture.

She was my reality check, she was young and couldn’t overcome her obstacle.

She passed at a young age and left a lil man.

I wish I would’ve been there to help with the broken pieces.

Chaz you the reason why I know how a strong person can live and show no anger with the illness.

Know I miss you, I check on the fam every chance I get.

Let me know in my dreams if I am living up to what a friend is.

You helped me through a lot of tragic situations in life.

You helped encourage me when I got married, trying to be there for me.

I couldn’t return the favor, since I couldn’t tell Jesus not now.

Rest in Peace sis, I can’t figure out why you were the most positive person in my life even when you was timed.

Now that so much has pasted me up, I’m going crazy .

Maybe I attract drama, don’t know if it’s just the trend life is obsessed with.

I feel like hell on earth, is keeping me from moving forward.

Patience is something I can’t provide, since things don’t give me time.

Like you want to know, why I can’t say I’m going to make life treasure.

Most situations pull me under, and chase me to the winehouse.

Knowing I’m fresh out the rehab.

My dreams and visions can make you think hard.

Blink just once you can be consumed by my inception.

I feel like an old soul, why looking like misery.

I feel like I’m stuck in my time, I try to do different things just stay the same.

Don’t you criticize me for being me, when I don’t know who I am.

I’m numb to the hurt, so I’m overlooked and misunderstood.

Everything I know to do right, I sense to do wrong.

Hopefully my daughter grows up to be there for me, knowing how guilty I am.

Hopefully my wife can get to understand me, and don’t suppress.

I just want to be different, but still stay the same under the sun.

I’m always on the outside looking in.

I can see through you, even though I’m selfish.

I look in the mirror and feel I’m not desirable.

I don’t let up, so you can let me down.

Don’t dim my lights to slight me.

You looking for someone to blame, I can’t be that solution.

I pour my heart over my words and you still try to thrill me.

You can never drill me, to derail me.

I fall and get up and I’m still me.

Some of you all say you love me, but then somehow it’s not the same.

Most of you don’t see my growth, only my failures in some positions.

Some folks are so naive, not me I go insane.

I’m immune to the depression, so it may be my brain.

High off more than life, got more than what’s in the pupil of the eye.

A lot of you always throw out thoughts like grace.

It may have to be unforgiving that I can’t move at the pace as others.

I’m only just being me, I love me more.

Uplifting you when I can’t get up, how does that work.

I love the pain, and suffering.

I’m successful off my own admission.

Long way to go, after I wake up out this coma.

I see the spot light, where the sun burns my skin.

We are like birds with feathers.

Guess the fake is going to relax the real.

Truth can kill, if you with draw.

I have to stay calm, being that the ones who probably love me most is dead and gone.

My inspiration comes from the way of walking.

Don’t ask me to break up like the balls on the pool table.

Stress and my soul makes pleasure, that cause hurt.

These are my issues so we never really met.

I’m out…..

Thanks for taking another ride with me.

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One response to “The Best Of My Moods

  1. I think it’s only a matter of time before you can break those generational curses. Keep doing you, and be who you are. Things will work out for in the long run, just have to keep fighting for what you want. Nothing comes easy not even true love.

    Peace.

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