I wanted this to be a happy piece.. but this morning a fuck boy tried to fuck with me… couldn’t even call to see what was up with me… never ever even tried to keep in touch with me… so i don’t know what possessed him to fuck with me…

Look little bitch I’ve been doing fine… live your life… let me live mine… trying to tell me what I should be doing with my time… boy…. FUCKING BYE… acting like you got it together.. like you life is fucking perfect like you’re altogether…
when all you’re doing is fucking sluts… nut stains on your sheets… like dude…… you don’t even fucking wash your bedding… I really should be fucking ashamed for how pissed I’m getting… when your ass aint even got shit in YOUR NAME I’m really betting… man the fact that I can vent and rhyme is such a blessing.. because back in the day this woulda got HELLA messy…

Aww lil guy!!Cant you see you blessed me… you gave me inspiration all while trying to stress me… trying to make me hate my moves… when I’m the best me? Awwww you fucked up…NOW I’m on your head see? So next time take another quiz before you TEST ME!!!!

He CAN’T CALL IT.. flawed and acting like hes fucking flawless…  He can’t CALL ME… or come for me he not bout this… I’m not one judge a book by HIS UGLY cover… only when it has the baby BALLS to shame another…

I tried to tell him… bout the hell I still feel… how shit doesn’t feel real…. How hard it still is to deal… I  really sat down told that bitch how I feel.. how sometimes all I can do is get in the corner and kneel… because though I smile.. there’s so much heartache to heal…

All he could say is “my fight is done.. I ain’t sorry that your lifes tough…” as if “tough” could accurately describe not wanting to wake up…………………….
It was at that point I had enough… little mama’s boy tripping.. acting the fuck up… then you had the nerve to say you “aint trying to hear it…. you fucking punk..

Now what if after that convo I ended my life… you woulda gave a fuck then right… if I wrote a little letter… slit my wrist with a little knife… bet you woulda felt real fucking sorry, would have wished you listened…right… ?

Fake ass probably would use my death for attention.. but the day I took my life you told me my life wasn’t shit…. you would fail to mention.. sitting around acting like cancer made me do this….… bet you would’ve posted a sweet little stat… talking bout “RIP sis….”

But skip that man… fuck you man… I’m not dying for wack man… wack excuse for a black man… instead of healing your weak ass decided to hurt… talking down on my name… what a shame… it didn’t work.. Tried drag me in the dirt… then gone block me what a baby… can’t take the heat bitch you shady… might as well be a lady

might as well suck some dick for the way you lips be moving.. .might as well have a clit.. for the point you think you proving… the fact that you felt the need to check a girl is WACK…. you not a man… go get some dick BITCH…..  go GET ON YOUR BACK

(disclaimer: ummmm so the other day.. someone made me upset… instead of engaging.. I picked up my pen again… he may never read this…. but IF he does……………………………………………….. i just wanted to say………………………………….
FUCK HIM!)