Idk what to name this..
Idk what to name this ... fk it .. let’s call it “So Sad” another one of my old poems.
1-19-18 1:36PM
Last night I punched a whole in a wall
Maybe if I had a door I could cry in peace
Lately I’ve been clinching my jaw & frowning frequently
That’s not the Jay I know
Cus Jay I Glo
I got a lil brother
And lil kids that look up to me
I can’t EVA fold....
Like me and clothes don’t get a long or sumn
I left the hospital
Just so I can go see my papa
On his bed rest lookin like a death bed
So sad so sad
He couldn’t even recognize me
So sad so sad
Because I don’t want him to end up as another hashtag or tattoo on my flesh.
Skin deep
This the first day I cried in 2018
Enough of this sad shit
Flip the bag
Backflip
True life...\nI’m 19 developing a drug addiction
These pills
And this alcohol got me sleeping good
Lil bit a Gin and Juice
So I can Lay back
My mama don’t know
Why you think yo babyboy
Been coming home so late
Nothing on our plates
I been having sleep for dinner
Num num num delicioso
Considering the fact
I can’t even fuckin sleep.
I guess that’s why this norco
Taste like skittles huh
Heard my sister having a baby by a low life
El oh el that’s wild
Cus at first I was like...\nNOT MY SISTER ....
NOT MY SISTER ....
Then she walked in wit em
I was like NOT ...nvm you got it
I hope that baby comes out wit
Your looks, your hair, your nose, ....and my intelligence
Cus both you mfs kinda slow.
I just called my soon to be nephew or niece that baby
That’s .... crazy.
No what’s crazy is...
I can talk to my shawty about anything
Except why I been feeling this way
My response to you is always
“ ion know imma be solid ”
I didn’t wanna worry you
But instead that’s zaaactly what I’m doing
Because who is this Jay?
I been sliding round town in my shawty whip.
I thought I was a young man
Then I realized I’m just a babyboy
Baby boy toy
Babyboy Jody.
I told my Mom imma crash her ford while I’m the only one in it
If you’ve ever felt like this
I want you to call 760-269-9305
That’s not suicide hotline
That’s me.
Faith on my right wrist
Faith I gotta keep
Hope on my left
Hoping I’m still Blessed
Don’t have to get it tatted on my chest
God is Good
God is Great
Thank you for this food
Amen
End time 2:15PM
1-19-18
Another one of my old poems that I found. NGL .. this one kinda cringy.
