“What’s the most ridiculous

thing you’ve believed?”

Tough one.

Let me think.

Most ridiculous thing?

Probably when I believed I’d be okay.

Years of anger piling up on me.

Bury it, watch the ground.

Don’t let it bubble up.

Sound the alarms,

slam the doors,

build walls.

As

soon

as

I

see

the

STORM.

Run and run.

But I can’t hide.

Past will chase me,

A shadow, a beast.

I don’t know how to talk about it.

Small things will trigger me.

Words said before.

I won’t mention it.

But I’ll let you know-

That words hurt.

Get mad and I talk so fast.

People think I’m rapping.

Pull my hoodie low and

grab the mic, go to singin’.

Rapping writes,

feeling my feelings.

Jot them down-

Then I erase.

Want ‘em to feel the vibe.

Touch my shit and I lose it.

Correct me and I put facts.

Don’t touch that, no.

I see the small things, go crazy.

I see the big things, blow it off.

People pissed ‘cus I’m honest.

People pissed, I’m straightforward.

Tried living by what I was told to be.

Didn’t work, fuck it all, I don’t care.

Hate the way you look at me.

Some poor, cold thing.

This ain’t a dog commercial.

No sad music here.

No teary eyed pups.

Nah, bub.

Don’t try to give me

sweet-treat words.

Don’t try to sugar coat,

cover the pill in peanut butter.

I might not be a dog-

I might not bark.

I don’t give warnings.

No, not a dog.

But bitch, I bite.