“Coping mechanisms to lift up myself.”
Now shit starting to make my head hurt (drinks)
And that’s off a Hennessy sidecar.
I’ll try to sleep it off but I can’t.
My professional career is wrong. My love life ain’t going anywhere either.
My therapist would label these as thoughts that aren’t helpful and aren’t productive.
“How did you figure out your life at 26?” I wanna ask my big bro.
Any professional hiccups, I just gotta get over, and grow as a person.
In my most negative head space, I believe white people desire brown and black trauma/pain, and actually relish in it, for entertainment.
Connected from da mother mind, being present w father time.
My phone stay on silent, I don’t do FaceTime.
Don’t do no twitters, I ain’t have no timeline.
Missing out on stories of people I love cross my mind.
Give it till Sunday, every week; you’ll be fine.
But if there ain’t a job you can’t find !!
What’s your excuse this time? …
On Amazon Music, making a playlist called Grind.
“I am interested in creating things that are mine.”