You’re not who you used to be
A: “man whatchu mean, I’m the physical embodiment of a love supreme”
M” “stop right there no you ain’t”
A: “yes I’m is"
M: “no you not something’s off and something’s not right. I think ever since you got that dog something’s just been off"
A: “off"?
M: “Yes off"
A: “Well I’m not stuntin or frontin Im alright I’m great I’m okay even if things aren’t perfect, atleast they line up."
M: “Do they"?
A: “Yes.”
M: “Do they"?
A: “..No”
M: “Well what the hell are you going to do? just lay there fat, ashamed and uninspired? There were people born with less blessings, with entire empires. You and your white dog, then what? You’re going to start bumpin with white bitches?”
A: “ My dog isn’t just white, he’s a dalmatian, spotted and pretty, why must you be so petty, you know I don’t really care for white women.”
M: “I would much rather be petty than sitting pretty on a mountain of past accomplishments, wearing a crown of nothing, ruling an empire of dirt, overstimulated, and with a negative account balance. Don’t lie to me you dull brown boiled egg you fucked 2 of them last year and seemed to enjoy yourself.”
A: “Hey bro, you don’t have to speak so much truth about my situation, I was just weak…. in dire need to some oral stimulation and vaginal experimentation”
M: “ See that? you’ve gone and lost your zing, cheap rhymes.”
M: “ You’re not who you used to be its abundantly clear, you’re no longer Supreme, lets call you Be Like Unseen:
A: “…”
M: “ Truth hurts…. I know… I know you, because I am you, and by you being yourself, you’re killing me. The portraiture of everything you want to be. YOU’RE FUCKING UP.
