quite the climb, but i had to take it higher. i can breathe a little better up here. and eye see. done got on that sacred plant and eventually i’ll be dozing; but right about now i’m composing...
an open letter:
dear john,
why the fuck are you always tryna play me? and let me bring clarity to this lest you immediately dismiss the shit i’m about to speak on as the mutterings of ye ole catty woman. i’m above it, trust. it ain’t about what you did and who you did it with; it’s about...
why the fuck you ain’t tell me? i mean i done got on some ole ubermensch shit behind trying to get over you, redefining right relationship, and transcending even my own ideals about what unconditionalism really is and here you go bringing this shit to the table.
nigga i’m FULL.
even past the initial quease-inducing gut check i can see that this might be a test of the divine broadcasting system. but yo...i thought that lil karma shit between us was cleaned up. which brings me to the next question:
why the fuck YOU ain’t get that memo? why do you feel the need to prove to me over and over again that you don’t trust me, which is the very thing that makes me distrust YOU because
niggaaaaa. you must be crazy. i’m the downest bitch you will ever know but yet you are still playing me magic 8-ball in the side pocket. i done got demoted to need to know basis; no warning. you could have at least sent me a form letter. let me know what song i need to be singing so i can get all virtuoso with my heaven sent instrumentation.
but it’s times like these that i’m not even sure you have the ears to hear it. you fear it, so you turn away. and the irony of it all is
i’m just trying to love your ass. and i told you it’s whatever but very shortly it’s going to be nothing if i feel that’s how you really want it.
’cause while you’re over there withholding vital information, i’m over here holding some shit that could make you unbelievably high. neither you nor the niggas on the street have seen weight such as this. laced with just the right ingredients to get you open.
sheeeit...you’ve caught a whiff. i got that good.
now. whether you go with the nick or you wanna get a lil adventurous (inmycompany), i got you.
but um....i ain’t no pusha.
act like you know.
love,
me.