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Friday, April 11, 2014

PSA

It seems the harder I try with people, the more they don’t. I always find myself out of the proverbial loop when in retrospect I was once so vital. Nobody looks out for me as much as I do for them, yet for some reason I continue to do so and in turn, get extremely disappointed on a consistent basis. It’s a recurring role that I can’t escape and I’m sick of it. I don’t have my life together in the slightest, yet I’m trying to help them out whenever I can, but when it’s their turn, they can’t even keep me in mind. It’s cool, I guess as usual they get what they want out of me in terms of assistance and once they think they got it from there, I’m pushed off to the side. I wish I could say this has only happened once, because that’s enough for a lifetime, but I got it through my thick skull now.
I didn’t want to focus on me when I could help others because I thought it would seem selfish, but I see that no one else with any kind of pull or power who can help when I need it thinks to do so. I just get replaced and forgotten. Not anymore. Aside from O, Ward, D.Lo, Doc, and Calvin, nobody asks how I am, but believe you can always catch me checking up on people just to make sure they’re alright in times of need, even when they don’t ask for it. Honestly, the majority of people I know just get faker and more full of themselves and it’s sickening. You have no reason to feel this way and it’s time instead of fading to the background that I shine some light on the bullshit since everyone enjoys acting like it’s cool and nothing’s wrong. If you cared, coulda fooled me. If this is how you treat people who have been good to you, I hate to see how you treat your enemies. Actually, it’s probably the same.
Those who are good with me, you know who you are. I’m in the process of creating the greatest music of my life and the best hip-hop music any of you will have heard in quite some time in my opinion. If I don’t show confidence in myself, obviously no one else will. I know what I’m capable of and unfortunately for those who choose to continuously cross me, you don’t. I can be just as fucked up as I am nice, I just chose never to show that side of me, but I suppose it’s time for a new look.
P.S. - This doesn’t change how I feel about the artists I respect and vice versa, or my ill supporters who show love for me and want to see me prosper. This is just an adjustment that is needed in order to give myself that push that the nice side of me simply can’t provide. Any of us would do anything and everything to achieve our ultimate goal. I hope you understand.