Poetry | Rap | Wake-up Call
Don’t Stress (Explicit)
Poetry? Rap? Both?
All my life I’ve been lied to got beaten up and bullied in high school Seems like there’s no rest for the wicked when people start to despise you “Oh you’re a loser, buddy! Take a hint!” What, you want me giving in to your ignorance? Fuck that, just because you people got shit for brains Doesn’t mean I’m gonna sit down with you just to try to explain Why you’re the fucked up one in this; you’re the insane If you think I’d give in to fuckers swaying into my lane I don’t have time to meddle with this, I got a life to live And I’m sorry to hurt you, but you’re no fucking part of this You’re a little late to the party, so part with this: If you think I’d give a fuck about you, you can kiss My ass, oh now you’re getting it, but it’s getting late Time for you slow-thinking mouthbreathers to move on to debate about the drawbacks of hate — wait, seems complicated, eh What, you really want me for you to translate?
You think I don’t know what’s wrong with you, don’t you? But believe me, I do, you’re fucked up, and your childhood’s been fucked up too So you try and find someone to pick a fight with; you Just can’t get over the fact that your life sucks, bro But it’s okay, just pick another one to fight with Maybe it’ll help you deal with how shitty your life is Your personal crisis, the worst day of my life is Nothing compared to your fucked up self-entitlement I thought this whole shit would just stop once you’ve grown up But hold up, nothing’s changed, people still make me wanna throw up I’m disappointed, I thought grown-ups know better Nope, it’s even worse, now they got Merriam-Webster! I see it everywhere, people full of themselves, Not thinking about others, pulling the last shit from the shelves Hoarding like goblins, then they go on and complain About how all the others are a bunch of assholes, oh well!
And it’s hard to admit it, but that’s not everything to it Even here I come across some crazy-ass bullshit “Oh, he didn’t clap my story 50 times!?”, “What, this time she only gave me 25?!” Maybe it’s time to think about the how and the why Nothing’s ever good enough; want some cheese with that whine? It’s hurtful to slowly see the toxicity rise Friends becoming enemies, spreading gossip and lies no surprise, is it? we got used to instant gratification “I wrote some fancy shit, now where’s my compensation?” Try to take a deep breath, relax, maybe give it some rest It’s not a competition buddy, just don’t get too stressed We’re all in the same boat, we all do our best But it’s annoying to see people, all getting vexed. I also have my bills to pay, trying to make ends meet, Looking at my daughter; she relies on me So let’s just try to get by and eventually This endeavor will pay off someday for us all as a community
Kevin is an editor and writer for the ILLUMINATION publication. Follow him on Twitter and LinkedIn.
