After a long day ,
I’ve noticed past events where I’ve chosen to go the wrong way.
But it’s alright, we all make mistakes,
like going public with my problems, call me Lebron James.
I make my free throws, shooting them daily towards these hoes,
I’ve got one story, in my rhymes, its always retold.
So live life right, don’t be afraid to make mistakes,
stay dope, stand tall, and most importantly, BE BOLD.
Who has the right to tell you what kind of person you are? That is only for you to figure out. No one on the face of this earth has the right to be able to judge you. That is the main problem with everyone in society today. People are so quick to judge, they completely forget about even giving you the slightest chance to be able to be liked. They judge, when they could love. Someone I love oh so much told me all my flaws and made me feel like the worst person on this planet. I felt like shit for the longest, and to this very day, I still do. I felt like a bad person. That only made me think, am I? I look back at all the things that I have done, and I noticed that she is right. My negatives over shadow the positives. In this world, I’m the villain.
Now for some people, they would accept it and feel bad for the rest of their days. But why? Life is so much more happier when you can accept who you are, and that is exactly what I have done. I accept the fact that I am a bad person, and I know my flaws. Having done that, I walk down the street always thinking about it. Knowing that I am that bad person makes me feel better then all the people who don’t know who they are or what is their purpose is in life. Since then, I’ve been good. And for those thinking about the meaning “bad” person, I don’t steal, kill, or break laws and shit. Its the kind of things that can kill a person on the inside that I have done. On the outside, people see me as a villain. But on the inside, I’m just another super hero. For those who know me, I do apologize. We all deserve second chances, and I’ll make the best of mine.
fuck the free world. (:
- Do I have my phone? Yes.
- Do I have my wallet? Yes.
- Do I have my chapstick? Yes.
- Am I swagged the fuck out? Yes.