MY DIARY...

MY DIARY....


WHO FLIPPED THE SWITCH ON THE SCRIPT THAT WASN'T SCRIPTED,
WHY IS IT SUCH A CURSE TO BE CLAIRVOYANT AND TRULY GIFTED...
MOVING PICTURES ON GIANT REELS LIKE OLD TAPE DECKS,
CAUGHT UP IN THE RAPTURE LIKE ANITA BAKER MISSING HER LATE NIGHT SEX TEXT....
I AIN'T FELT THE SUN ON ME IN ALMOST A MONTH,
FREEZING FROM THE EMPTINESS LIKE STORMS MOVING IN ON NEW COLD FRONTS...
CAN'T NOBODY HEAL WHAT I CAN'T EVEN REVEAL,
WHAT'S BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 1 WAYNE LET'S MAKE A DEAL...
SEEMS CONTROVERSY ALWAYS PLAGUE WHAT EVER I GOTTA SAY,
GOTTA TAKE ROAD TRIPS TO GAMBLE ALL MY DEEP EMOTIONS AWAY....
SLOT MACHINES HAVE BECOME MY LOVER AND BEST FRIENDS,
MY CUZZO SAYS IT'S THE AMBIANCE MORE THAN THE ACTUAL WIN...
NO BLUNTS CAN SMOKE OUT WHAT I'M FEELING INSIDE,
BABY FATHER GET ON MY NERVES BUT STILL WANNA SEE ME SURVIVE...
BUT THOSE MEMORIES ARE ABSENT LIKE WHEN WE WERE ADOLESCENTS,
HE COMES AROUND BUT IT CONSTANTLY GOT ME STRESSING...
STAY IN YOUR LANE LIKE LOIS DRIVING ON "CLARK",
SUPERMAN DON'T EXIST BECAUSE "ASIA" BABY NEEDS DADDY'S HEART..
YOU WANTED THE TRANSFUSION BUT THE DOCTOR COULDN'T CONNECT,
YOU SEEN THE RESULTS NOW LET GO OF THAT DEBT..
CIRCLE OF LIFE WILL ALWAYS 360°,
SO WHAT IF YOU WAS RIGHT I STILL LIKE THE WAY HE KISSED ME...
NO MALICE INTENDED I JUST GOTTA GET BACK TO BREATHIN,
((CLICK)) GOES THE CAMERA NOW THE NEW NUGGA LEAVIN'...
NO WORD NO WARNING JUST UNANSWERED DIGITS,
WHAT I THOUGHT WAS REAL WAS JUST ILLUSIONS OF MAGICIANS...
NOW I GOTTA SLIDE IN THE MOMENT LIKE A BATTER AT THIRD BASE,
RAN PAST THESE OTHER HOES TRYING TO MAKE IT TO FIRST PLACE...
BUT NIGGA'S IN THE OUTFIELD KEEP RUNNING ME TO THE GROUND,
THE BALL GOES UP IN THE AIR BUT IT NEVER COMES DOWN...
YOU'RE OUT IS WHAT I KEEP HEARING EVERY TIME I RUN,
I THOUGHT AT LEAST THE GODS WOULD HEAR ME AND SHED ME SOME SUN....
NOW I'M MENTALLY ALONE AFTER EVERYTHING I GAVE UP,
I LOVE THAT MAN TO DEATH SO I CAN'T GIVE UP WHAT'S SUP...
CONTRAST IS A CONCEALER ONLY TO COVER SMALL IMPERFECTION,
LIKE A WOUND THAT NEEDS HEALING WHEN THEY APPLY BAND-AIDS WITH NO DRESSINGS...
I AIN'T NO LIAR AND I AIN'T NEVER BEEN CALLED A THIEF,
BUT THIS SHIT GOT ME FUCKED UP LIKE LOVERS WHO MOURN OUT IN GRIEF....
THERE'S A CONSPIRACY GOING ON WHICH IS NOTHING BUT THEORY,
MY DIARY IS OPEN TO THE WORLD FOR THOSE WHO CAN'T HEAR ME....


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