Lifestyle, Millennials, Poem, Spells, Uncategorized

Moody

I want more

Someone to love me like I’ve never been loved before

Tired of keeping love to myself

I want to share it with someone else

But I’m crazy as fuck

And was raised to be tough

I got hella mood swings

Because I been through stuff

Acting like I want change

But I’m moving the same

Always aggressive, missing the lessons

Feeling neglected, wishing for blessings

No use for stressing I’m money collecting

Praying for peace with a gun on the dresser

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The Prince

Although my beginning we’re humble, I must admit that I’ve always sensed that I, was of royal blood. In fact,whenever I saw a reflection of my image, I saw a king. So I began to carry myself in this way in order to prepare myself for the moment I would be ordained. But being a King isn’t something I would wish on anyone. For the crown is heavy and grants little compassion. Which is why only few are chosen to embark on this path of exaltation. The born Prince must endure hardship and still be kind, experience betrayal and still have compassion, encounter deception and still show fairness, and walk amongst commoners as if they were a reflection of himself. Since the things done while still Prince will inevitably reflect throughout his kingship, my sincerest prayer to the highest of all powers is that I always choose the path a righteousness. Even when those around me doubt and ridicule.

All hail Prince Jahlil,

🤴🏾

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Pre Judged

You look like the girl

To make guys fall in love with you

Yeah you the type a girl

They wanna ball in the club with you

You look like the girl

That want it all no limits

Ya Money tall no gimmicks

So you ain’t worried about a image

Yeah you the type of girl

That niggas try to spit game to

Probably give they last name to

But you ain’t bowing to a lame dude

You look like a girl

That got some issues buried

Yeah you the type a girl

Be living life in a hurry

But I don’t even know ya story

I put you in a category

Im prejudging that’s corny

So when I see you you ignore me

Trying to act like I know you

When I don’t even know your name

Its so hard to approach you

With no cars and no chains

I feel like you want a baller

Ya cell phone full of starters

You finding ways to make money

So you ain’t thinking about daughters

Ya hair always done

Ya snap chats look fun

You live life on the run

So you don’t ever see the sun

I hear being pretty hurts

I wonder if you go to work

I wonder if you know ya worth

You probably thinking I’m jerk

I never know what to say

Never know when to say it

still finding my way

Alot of patience and praying

Sometimes I think I want love

Sometimes I think I want lust

So sometimes when we hug

I think of grabbing your butt

I get lost in your beauty

Feels like I’m trapped in a maze

But you ain’t trying to recruit me

because of my arrogant ways

But You don’t even know my story

You put me in a category

You prejudging that’s corny

You’ll probably see me and ignore me

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