I was born a gentle soul into this hole called earth.
Sworn to live by love, all else is worthless.
But as you're going to see, life changes up on us so that we're as quick on our feet as we are to curse.
Blessed to be healthy, handsome, & black, smart, & sensitive with an knack for all things passion.
I blew my back out trying to help out people who seemed similar.
They too felt a tinge from the root upon stepping on someone's toes, but they purposely ignored their conscious in order to survive.
They liked my will to stay positive mid storm but they didn't respect me.
I called them bro, sis, girlfriend, & family.
I urged to smile, laugh, have faith, & be confident.
I treated them exactly how I would treat my past self, back when I had death on my mind, & a blade in my hand.
But like I said, no respect.
One of these individuals like to water down every good deed, & throw blunt insult.
Another laced my weed & laugh as I tried to grab reality on the brink of having an asthma attack.
The last was a girlfriend who should of stayed a stranger, or a friend with thick benefits, depending on which version of myself you ask.
The three headed dragon of my life was a lil more than a physical manifestation, of something I hadn't faced within myself.
Now I'm stuck here forced to literally face every fault from within myself.
Life was starting to feel funny, I was starting to doubt myself, feel insecure, & call myself names, & it happened so effortlessly.
I was addicted to something hidden in plain sight & with it, came more agony.
Eventually I got tired & cut off all three heads plus three more, plus another one, & another one.
Because for the first time in my life, I seen clear as day that it doesn't matter if they're a good person at heart, it doesn't mean that they're a good person for you.