I get mad frustrated when I rhyme thinking about those who try and do this for all the wrong reasons.
Overhyped by this human condition recycling the consciousness of someone else’s story.
My words are built from the ground up,
From hitting miles on pavement,
Paid in the sweat and blood it took me to get here,
This has never been a game to me rather a tale in getting knocked down and the sequel in standing back up; an odyssey in losing everything seeing my dreams lost.
Unrelated to these outside circumstances with this truthful self-honesty being kicked in the mouth a few times from this thing called regret.
Now forced to live through these therapy sessions with a pen and a headset.
But you, you just want to rest on what God gave you,
When I understand that we all have potential.
A word with exponential outcomes,
Infinite possibilities…
Turning at any moment,
Any life chance,
Any unlucky break,
Into moments of opportunity.
Too bad you never realized this; you’ll always just live through the lies you keep telling yourself.
In the end I hope you know my life was never defined by you,
Only influenced a little.
And my choices were never in-line with you,
Because I always stood true to the one I loved.
And some days I can’t believe I was confined by you,
Because you never wanted me to be happy.
And now it’s so sad this experience is intertwined with you because you never ended up being the person I thought you’d be…a friend.
So be happy you took me for the moment you needed me,
In that same moment years ago you couldn’t be found.
On a sidewalk broken is where you left me.
“Y ella simpre me dijo que necesitaba dejarte, pero yo tenia alma por ti para ayudarte.”
I should’ve took that advice when she gave it to me,
Because in my heart when she died is where she engraved it.
Something to hold on to, to remember down the line.
Words to live by when you came back to fuck with the design.
In this fit of jealousy because you knew I loved her more than you.
This…this is brutally beautiful.
So I’ll always step left and I’ll never regret leaving,
I’ll never forget all things I saw,
A glimpse of religion,
A piece of coming closer to understanding more about what intrigues me most,
I didn’t get turned on as much as I just got turned,
And I only got played because you always thought this was game.
As much as you thought I was aroused, I was even more concerned,
For each one of them that I’ve hurt, and every time I’ve been burned.
I’ve got a lot to teach this world,
But even more in this life to learn.
Author: Ditto Ramirez
Photographer: Steven Kelley
