Black

They call me shrewd

They sit back in rat packs trying to dissect my attitude. Labeling me to be depressed and stressed they say since my mom died I been laid to rest dormant it’s like a storm brewing in the background you can talk but once you get reckless I’ll make you back down. I’m not the same human as you, because you claimed to have one but I’ve been proven to have two. I’m a dark Entity don’t know how the devil has befriended Me. I was trying to find my blessings, when this life kept teaching me lessons after lessons now I’m stressing. The darkness found me fighting and hoping that through it all I find just one opening. I wasn’t born with know silver lining or spoons and when my mom died she was gone to soon and at the same time all I knew was them goons. So don’t judge me on how I clear out them rooms. Rat pack it’s okay what you saying because at the same time I’ve been moving the weight in,

You can smile and joke about me and not hear what I say, but you’ll pay attention when I’m making billions like my nigga ye’ better known as Kanye the nigga who drown and came back walking on water with all logic and I’m screaming walk nigga ye I think you are a prophet.