Explanations

I’m addicted to putting personal business and thoughts into words

Knowing good and well I’ll never get the credit or praise I deserve

Ignoring everything you might’ve heard for bigger issues

Knowing all of you would’ve been gone if placed in my shoes

Forced to eat off a plate full of demons, bills and legal action

It’s sad the system is the only place a nigga can catch some traction

While hoes quote lyrics for selfie captions I vote for death over life

It’s a lot to realize you’ll never be blessed with success or someone to call wife

Reaching for anything that resembles a razor or knife, I’ve accepted my fate

My wrists eager to open as I curse my life and birth date

Cursed with self hate, my friends and kin try to reach out but it’s too late