My Reality

This is what I have come to know as my reality/ Pops died, I cried, moms became a widow & pops side had sibling rivalry/ Not one of my dad’s ungrateful ass seeds came to his funeral, and it baffled me/ The Queens New York in me made me wanna get tight at those in Lefrak that didn’t show up to see we were bereaved/ No last respects paid, only Lin Iraq came! Rest? they forgot about us, bad memory/ Flip the page to today’s latest days, I’m with moms & the kids/ Left East Orange due to the sale by the landlord, had to move out, the end of this/ Struck a deal, what a treat, how beneficial this is/ Every man for himself and God for us all/ The only people hitting me up these days are those who are fam, till death do us part y’all/ So now I don’t give a damn who don’t check on me man, no regard till the day I fall/ In Ghanaian society someone has to die before you set your eyes on those that never come around/ No Happy Birthday, Merry Christmas or Happy Birthday call and that’s dumb yo, wow!/ Except maybe social media comments on posts, it’s become so foul/ But I guess that’s decent since everything’s social media based, so this is what it has come to now/ Some don’t even comment on posts or send you dms, come on now/ They just become WhatsApp status watchers, always checking your status and that’s somehow/ They will never hit you up, that’s facts, but they will look at your status, I’m done now/ I’ll ghost you from my WhatsApp contacts like a killer who runs wild/ This is what they do from morning till sun down/ People only hit you up these days when they want something/ Nothing more, I think I’m on to something/ Rappers these days are dying like crazy, many for trying to flaunt, stunting/ They really taunt those who have nothing/ Then they pull out the firearm and start bussing/ I prefer to keep to myself these days/ So now I don’t have much beef, well cause I don’t have much to say/ Seem antisocial, but truth is I like to socialize and sometimes stay away/ That’s just me, may seem weird but that’s just me/ Not many people these days you can trust, that’s my reality/I will always work hard to get mine, and that’s to get a salary/9 to 5 deadend jobs that kill your spirit, but put food on the table, but you living miserably/ Or you could be the type that works hard and plays hard/Enjoying yourself on your days off, life is hard, take heart/ Got 4 of em, try to make it count/My 3 days at LGA9 are one hell of a workout/Wifey making bread nicely in live in/Not used to her being there for over a month before coming home, I ain’t kidding/It definitely feels different/I’m once again dealing with long distance/And it’s something I’m a bit pissed with/Life as a loner with kids and/ A mom, I have friends but choose not to mix much/So I don’t really have to kick up dust/By making a big fuss/I chill at home and spend time with the fam/On the real, I’m good with that cause at home I’m the man/Mr. Uber taker/Riding around in it as I say hi to the haters/Got none really just trying to be creative, trying to get the loot, the paper/I don’t party much, but if you a party pooper, see you later/ I won’t be used like a loose leaf paper/My reality is my progress is a slow but steady process/I’m being very humble and honest/May be Tier 1 for 5 years, but I have shown I can outlast em all/Like Lebron James doing his thing on the court with his teammates that pass him the ball/IT will soon be my reality, no caps, I’ll be involved/