Sometimes I ponder my isolation.
I’m cursed to reflect;
How do I change up my aspirations?
My mind is a wreck…
It’s like my souls always contemplating
if life is a test or some kind of trail mix of tribulations.
Today I asked God for patience.
Sometimes I imagine that he enjoys all our conversations.
I’m worried about my temptations;
I’m worried about condemnation.
I can’t express how I had to adjust all my expectations.
It’s hard to grow up when you getting judged by your congregation –
Man, f*** all that confrontation.
I’m done chasing validation;
What’s left of my circle is all I need for my motivation.
It’s obvious; my enemies are all in collaboration.
People hate so much, I start to think it’s their occupation.
My life has been full of fake friends and forced acclimation,
and hazardous destinations,
inaccurate medications,
unfortunate fornication,
unrivaled determination,
Saved from self-termination,
I offer appreciation.
You offered the invitation!
I was tryna save the “hoes”;
you tried to save my salvation.
Can’t believe I used to worry about my reputation.
Horniness and righteousness, one hell of a combination.
