I Aint Mad
As if you stepped through the portal of a time machine I almost didn’t recognize you but I’ll never be able to forget that confident strut and sexy swagger. Aint trying to be no bragger, but I use to have you and for just a split second I wondered if we can bring the past to the present.
I remember when there was a time all I cared about was locking down streets covered with manholes while you swang from golden poles and I told myself it didn’t matter so I turned my head and said oh well. Besides all I was really concerned with was your outer shell, not realizing I was contributing to the destruction of your spirit as you dwelled in your own personal hell.
Still and all, you played your position and became my personal dimepiece who had the bomb piece. Endless days were spent with the playas and hustlers with whom I interacted but money had me distracted and it constantly subtracted from the time I should have spent with you.
Thing is, I didn’t know you were busy trying to get out of these inner city foxholes and ditches. That you were fed up with being called all types of bitches, so like a 64 Impala, within yourself you hit some switches to regain a proper mind frame and fix your situation and maintain.
It wasn’t until we spoke that you let me know at that time it was now or never. You got tired of dealing with the conniving and the so-called clever. Tired of men acting like males trying to fulfill ghetto prophecies of death and jail; Tired of the promises I made and didn’t keep so I guess I understand why you’re anger for me runs deep.
When I look back how could I not see the pressures of life compressing and shaping you into the polished jewel that stands before me? Why did I bombard you with lies until I created a small river in the creases of your face that ran from your eyes; if I could take it all back I would but you told me I was the catalyst for this change so I guess I did some good. And as the last words from my pen hits this pad, know that I’m proud of you, my beautiful black diamond even though you did it without my help, I Aint Mad.
Conscious Elements
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