#kkway

They say life is a bitch, but we’re the ones gettin screwed-

all types of ways these days

Yet its still a lesson unlearned

Livin for the subjects but doing no verb

I am the opened wound of a lover that leaves you to wonder

What if ? How ? Why didnt i?

Much like the smoke that lingers when a match goes out, from lit…leaving you concomitantly blind and out of sight

Suffocating in my own creation i am the feeling

Created within random disaster

Somewhere in between breathing and drowning, youll find me attempting to reason the next move

Unknowingly noticing the master mind- light years ahead

Me? Im just a pawn of a plan, of a plan, of a plan

Yet I still move day by day, steadily toiling to make mental progress of some sense or understanding

Adding on mental notes like paper mache, so when by sunrise and my eyelids expand

My thoughts settle and I find myself once again, askin

Am I gone be the nigga or walk the path of the chosen

Cuz whether I like it or not the path chose me and I chose it

I am unfooled by the randomness,so ill sit at a standstill as they all pass

Trying to come in terms with society when I know there was no type of place here for me to begin with

So im unfooled by the randomness

No longer being lost, but homeless in a sense