ever in a room w niggas
and everybody talking but nobody listening
voices get dissonant when they over each other
trimming on the back of the last word
never got to process the sentence
now the convo is a figment of our egos
pick and choose the key notes
that you’ll misuse to finish off ya b-roll
with no regard to limit
how u come off to people
wanna win it like a game we play
when we feel unequal in our spirits
but it’s keeping us from hearing the flaws in each other
that we’d prolly find endearing
if we dared to lend an ear for a minute
for a second, i thought we were in a circus
how we mimic each other’s words
to benefit our purpose in the interaction
and how niggas play it up
but they really acting widdit
on a role, like u must make the honor roll to scrimmage
I see it, the product—sole of business
like capital we buy into it
cappin sold a lot of shit
run it to me and you buy defense
guarded, never open up
talk a lot so we don’t know wassup
nobody wants to get deeper than surface
love isn’t in it
the experience is working up my nerves
I’m searching for something more immersive
that serves a motive more than all-this-filled-w-nothings
to control if we are sure of ourselves to each other
hoping it gets across
just helping each other scorn our beings in the interim

a complex sentiment based on all a moment could’ve been
if we went widdit in genuine desire to connect and to listen

can’t connect, we different
the best of you left w the bigger picture
it’s messy to get with
don’t wanna fester my spirit
noise w/o intention is a pet peeve
rather be alone
w music and the best weed, writing lyrics
u could text me
maybe u could read me better
but a lot of niggas left me on read just cuz I speak directly
why are niggas gesturing to death?
save the interpretative dance for what’s left of the art form
how u talk love but don’t really got ur heart formed?
speaking from ya trauma
get the popcorn
it’s a drama
i will really wait until u honestly got off that one
cuz im down to pay attention
we are out the mental prison
what u saying ain’t a sentence of your worth all the time
always want the first word
and the last be goodbye
cuz i ain’t asking you why and getting nothing in response
but a cry for help
if u really want it
u will try urself and make it clear
your disguise ain’t revered like u try to tell ur mind
we inclined to notice
cuz we likely been aligned with the same plight
at some point in time
hope u find intermission
I won’t be there to finish
cuz my feelings is indifferent
and it really ain’t my business
when there’s no beneficial exchange in it
so I think that we should end this

a complex sentiment based on all a moment could’ve been
if we went widdit in genuine desire to connect and to listen.

to connect