Throw a hissy fit
Sent a text like did “you miss me bitch”
If they hit me with
You a fraud
I’ll just say
Fuck you dog
You don’t know my story
You don’t know my struggle
Maybe I’ll just decide to
Get out of my Christian middle class bubble
And ride the next incoming shuttle
The team huddle
Will be led by me
I’ll stop being Durant
You’ll stop being Kyrie
I feel like I’m fighting
A monster that’s addicted
To rhyming
That respawn in a second
Maybe I’ll stop spending time with peasants
Maybe I’ll stop sharing my blessings
Maybe the dirty truth is what I’ll be undressing


I’ll go crazy
Say some outrageous things
Maybe I’ll stop being humble
Proclaim myself as the next king
I’ll go start a riot
I’ll go start a campaign
I’ll kill myself
Just to stop all the pain

Leave a hateful comment
See the lukewarm takes
And make the taker vomit
Ride a comet
That goes to Mars
Cling to hatred
Which won’t get me very far
It’s bizarre
Ain’t it
How they see you as something
When you can make a payment
It’s subpar
Isn’t it
How they admire
The tenacious and the vigilant
Hitting it
And I want to hit more
Hoard the riches
When the poor wants me to give more
What you think I spit for
Just to get out of the shitty shigol
Abandon all obligations
And live very entitled
Curse myself
For all the times
I wasn’t able to hit the high note