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A Moment In Time Pt.3
Disrespectful in so many ways, times where I almost wished that they knew, so I could prove that I was just that good. Some guy friends I would let know and we would laugh, talking that mess, but still on guard, cause my back I felt like they would stab. “Why”, it was probably their girl I nabbed, old nasty, low down brother, facial glare just like a glass. Transparent to the naked eye, being so clever, being so sly, corruption of the easiest minds, almost like leaves blowing in a trail of wind that was flowing like a vine. All connected in some way, if they all stopped and talked I probably would of been caught, but man at that time it was a lot of fun at least I thought. Which ends the second stage of being misguiding. So destructive in my mentality, using and abusing everything I could get my hands on, from the bottom of the jar, to the top of the jar. Most nights, were blurred vision, slurred speech, new freaks, old freaks, dumb freaks, smart freaks, maybe caught an occasional geek freak. Selfish, overpowering, but not in the sense of taking, persuasive, so convincing, “hell“, sometimes I believed it myself. A fresh cut mold for everyone, liven life just having fun, unknown to anyone. Then comes along someone that knows, immediately throwing salt in the game and letting everyone know. Backtracking and fabricating, seeming like the easiest why out, I was open like a book, that couldn’t be closed, extremely exposed by the lies I had told. Defensive in nature is what I turned to, quick to blame, but sure to lose but what an opportunity for them to prove what I had really been up to. Naturally proud and confident in swag, I tried to stand strong, but other players stood and laughed, cause they knew I was about to crash. And crash I did, as hard as I could fall, face first, just like belly flopping in a pool, when your not in control, I’ve been pushed. Starting to question myself, “Am I being true”, probably not to myself or anyone else. I’ve been crumbling inside, far from being right, I might need a moment in time to collect my thoughts. Convinced this is the end of my misguided thoughts and the selfish ways, in which I used to walk and talk. Just the end of another bad chapter. Written by: thegoldenpython aka. Wilfordjy
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