"Have Nothin Left"

King Taurus

When you have nun else left to give in you just go wit the flow.

You'll have days when you like f*ck how it turn out.

I have those days i mentally remind myself of good things but still be like f*ck how it turn out for peace.

You know wat though i only know how to act one way sometimes. Sometimes my adjustments i've made don't continue for long.

If it doesn't i have to remind myself the same way it led me to this seesaw.

That way is too think positively with no care to get rid of the attachments.

It be times i wish i didn't care as much as some moments make me care. I rather really not give a f*ck because caring causes worrying, weight on you that's not visible.

I quit expecting a long time ago it was that phase i went through of trying some different is where the continuous attachments come from.

I usually keep my distance from everybody don't text, call or nothing to bounce back and feed myself mentally when these 4 walls talk to me. Even when im not around those 4 walls. Those voices get to tryna convince me wit shit i been goin without.

When them voices get to talkin sayin you don't need to be alone i wanna holla "F*CK THAT I BEEN BY MYSELF ALL THIS TIME. WHY DO I NEED TO BE WIT/AROUND SOMEONE WHEN I BEEN DOIN THIS SHIT BY MYSELF?" I don't need nobody when im lonely.

I just want GOD and his touch when it's all over. I been by myself so long i just be like shid it don't phase me the f*ck on somewhere.

I don't need nun by GOD, myself, music relations, positive thoughts, positive vibes, and money when i feel lonely, but you know some people would look at me crazy for sayin that.

You think i care?....naw

You think i care wat they think?....naw

I'll tell ya like this if it happens it happens, if it don't it don't f*ck it.

  • Author: King Taurus (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 3rd, 2018 12:04
  • Category: Unclassified
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