Staring at the clothes in my closet I never wear

Fabric decomposing rolling their eyes at the go to

Fits that I be folding

Throwing fits for lack of chosen

Yet I stay lackadaisical

The kick back lazy

Kicks acting crazy

Embrace me doe

I keep my laces low

Soul buried in the flow

So deep, two feet below

Self worth, that’s down to earth

I keep the cap to hide my lack of confidence due to the decline of my locs, incompetents

Regardless of all of the compliments

My self expression’s my recollection of my accomplishments

Complacent

Ain’t copped a whip

But copped a dozen jackets and habits to walk it with

Cuz without I’d prolly trip

I tie bandanas around my ankles some Theo shit

He put me on and for that I’m thankful I’m full of it

My mind is full of graphic imagines some graphic tees

You can’t even fathom the gravity

I try to grab it but it flees like a rapid rabid rabbit

One day I’ll turn my thoughts to seeds

A grow a salad

And eat

Until my belly look like DJ Khaled

Think I’m having a mental steez

The fit is valid

The way I put it together is butter, it’s better

It’s Cudder it’s cheddar

So cut me some cheddar you smell me

Thrift shop cops better than shit that you sell me

Overpriced like the slice of life I sacrifice for plan Bs

Like sorry god

You keep the soul I’ll keep my sanity

This selfishness is planted in my genes

The second that I take em off I start a family

Abandon the

Dreams that I had of being sponsored by Y-3

Now it’s just suit and tie for me, like it’s time for me

To go to work, unfunny how creativity casualties

It’s business casual a hint of freedom, casual tease

The recipe for final resting place, my rest in piece