It was what it was; I was right on the mark!

I said this; I said that – the shit I spoke was pure. But you added salt on a bitch and called me wavy. You acted like you were a God of some mad world and what you spoke was gospel.

You’re a messy bitch.

You step up and into my spine, the leverage you needed at the time to start a new chapter.

Fuck it! I’m burning slow.

I could give a fuck about your life.

I’m the embers you forgot about when you skipped on grass that ain’t greener than my lawn.

The life that flourishes here won’t ever be over there.

Stay back; I don’t want your ashes to fall near me. However, I will stand in awe of your rotten soul fading away into nothingness.