The Truth

Introspection and retrospective bring the tears forth.grasping for delusions of grandeur had a nigga takin trips up north.u no sistas aint really go for the darkskinned and baldhead.the only way i could compete is i had to get my bread.halloween came early cuz treats were given out on the daily by this trick.cared less since the way i got orgasm and their stay was always quick.pulled caper after caper,distancing self from myself n my family.dangerous liasons were my forte but the rush made me the man to me!tortured by the truth i feel revulsion for the man in the mirror looking at me intently.despite the grasping of riches that i failed to steal still believe bein wealthy is meant for me.but the allure takes me to climax and i aint got the patience of Job or the good fortune of Ruth.so i grind til no longer can grind;that be my confession,that be my truth...

- by the Greatest Poet Alive