Venting...

people seem to think what's really good for me...
telling me how to live my life...
trying to give me relationship advice...
when apparently they're still single and looking...
asking me bout people that i left when i got right with GOD...
saying this is tha best thing for you to do...
if it's tha best thing thing, how come you can't do it...
females running off at tha mouth...
talking bout what other females should do to keep a man...
when they are single as well...
i swear some people don't know what they want...
but wanna tell other people what they need...
niggas wanna tell how other males tha whats good for a female...
when they don't know what's good for them...
you can't live my life without my heart in your chest...
or my brain in your head to think tha shit that i think...
don't take this tha wrong way...
its just random shit that i see and think bout...
so if this offends you...
then part of me says sorry and tha other doesn't...
this is my way of talking shit and meaning it all...
its just something bout people that make me sick...
i don't think they have tha medication to make me better from them...
these are tha random things i vent bout...
i'm venting for a purpose...
tha purpose is to feel better and not let nobody get tha best of me...
always staying on top...
being one step ahead of tha rest...
you could never knock me down...
or be a step ahead of me...
i'm living for me, GOD and tha people who are close to me...
you fukk with them...
then you have to answer to me...
please don't take this as if i'm talking to a certain person...
i'm not...
i'm talking to everybody...
so i don't want anybody to be like "are you talking bout me in your poem"...
so please don't ask me that...
i'm just letting out tha thoughts that im venting in this poem...
until next time...

-MyVoices-