To: You

Once I was asked to spit about the struggles of life on the spot, 

but I wouldn’t...

 Instead I sat there and texted that shit. 

Even then my mind was caught, so a few texts in I stopped. 

Thinking back now, 

why do we get opportunities but then fail to even give them a shot?

 I suppose the topic was tough, 

it required some deep thought, 

anxiety threw me in shock. 

But it’s on my mind now;

 I’m consumed, so here you go, everyone that was in that room. 

The most annoying struggle in life is pulling out every single one of these fucking knives. 

Deceit runs deep, 

and it always leaks out in every single one of my cyphs. 

I’ve been betrayed by enough that I could sit here and rhyme till the end of time,

 yet I push it aside,

 keep my eyes focused on what’s going on now, 

and continue to drop my lines.

 I try to get stronger, buy a little time to last a little longer, 

but each day goes by and I can only watch as my trust gets smaller.

 I love my crew, respect a select few, 

but I really couldn’t say a damn thing about the rest of you.