Thanks bruh

Wow. That’s all I can say.

I’m actually surprised, in a great way. When I started this blog about a year ago, I did it for fun and thought it was a little niche thing that could entertain my friends and a good way of venting out some things. But I never expected to have a impact, I get random people who I barely talk to come up to me and say “man that post was funny bro” “damn who were you talking about in that poem?” “Whens the next post? You gotta keep em coming” I got love for all of those reading. My Prof told us that 3% of our current population actually reads, this tells me one thing: All my readers are fucking cool, we’re an exclusive club. So to everyone out there that’s reading (I’ve checked its actually a lot) I got so much love for you. You people make it worth it. I made this blog for selfish reasons, not gonna lie, but when I saw the benefit It had on others I started to truly appreciate it. I may be inconsistent with my posts, make grammatical, spelling, logical errors but deep down I’m doing this with a pure heart. I am into the truth, I hate lies, I hate phonies, I hate fake things, So i lay down the truth (In my perspective) to all of you. I’m taking steps to be more consistent with the posts, but I need you wonderful supporters to do me a favor: Comment, Reblog, or Like. I want actual conversations, I want to hear what you have to say. I don’t have an inflated ego where I think my way is the right way 100% of the time, I’m not like that. I love hearing and learning, so If you have suggestions or comments, don’t be shy. I love feedback. My general message is, Thank you. In this world of sadness, grief, war, hunger, lies, hate remember one thing, Your Reading a Blog Bout’ Nothing and your fucking cool.

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Poetry

The Cover Up

One thing I value above most is honesty

In plain sight, transparency

I HATE cover ups

Secrets are stupid

So many people are liars

Don’t claim lighters after fires

These lies burn inside or Do they enhance our desires?

We will lie to preserve the truth

This is a human problem not just youth

But why? why? Tell me that its human nature?

No its not that Black and White

We all cover up and bleach ourselves

To the cleanest, purest version

Can you see the Irony?

Our lies can be dark: “I didn’t kill” -Zimmerman, Dr.Murry, Officer Wilson, O.J Simpson

Or whiter than snow: “Yes mom, I cleaned my room”

Deception is something we are all guilty

In an objective sense we are all filthy

We cover up our faces, hours of make-up

We drink to excess. cover that depression

We smoke till we’re faded, numbing the pain

Pop another molly, lows to highs

Pop some tags, “Cost me 359$”

Watch my likes, Dudes say I’m fine 😉

But when I’m alone all I have is fear

No Fuck That, I need rap in my ears

SHIT phone died, loneliness nears

Daddy’s home, drunk off 8 beers

He gets mad, I grind his gears

Beats me, even neighbors hear

But for now I’ll Cover Up

Hoping I’ll finally Disappear

Look What You’ve Done

I walked hard and Long for this 

Saw my goal sooner than It appeared

Took the wrong path, it disappeared

Thought the crowd cheered, It was all “boo”s

So I inhaled and drowned booze

I smiled happy It was all fun

Looked at the compass “You lost, hun”

Looked at the score “You lost son”

Looked beside me, saw family

And they all proclaimed finally:

Look What You’ve Done

They prayed for me

Stayed with me

No money spent, it was all for free

This Django Unchained was set free

I didn’t ride to the sunset

This black cowboy wasn’t done yet

Spent plenty hours on the grind

Worked hard my big behind

None of this I would rewind

From honouring roll to Honour Roll (That was a pun)

Look what you’ve done

Now it’s all new 

What must I do?

Jay is this the new you?

People in you’re life come and go

That special hoe

That dirty bro

That cousin, Uncle you don’t talk to

But you feel like the man, when you Walk Thru

From poor nigga to Rich Homie

Some Type of Way like DaQuan is me

This confidence make it seem easy

This poem is starting to seem cheesy

And I know all the rats can smell

But I’ll tell them I’m doing well

Even if I mess things up

Still pour Daniels in my cup

Laugh and ask them fakes “what up?”

This old chapter is almost done

Next time I’ll be worried about one

So before I walk straight or jump the gun

I’ll ask myself:

Look what you’ve done?