Nemesis

Nemesis (ode to self)...perhaps the conclusion to Track Star


living in the land of
exploitation
where folx will say shit to
make you smile
yet turn around
and sell your secrets
to make a buck

Hello

I'm Ms. "FUCKED
all over"
trying to keep my slate clean
but it seems
I stay brushing
dirt
off my shoulders

Believe
I'd rather waste my time
brushing
your hair

can i dare
to be different?
Make you really miss shit?
care
to love a misfit?
oh I've really been hit
hard
and my guard
just
won't
come
down

I'm stuck in captivity
trapped by my own paranoia
and I owe ya
so much more
so what you waiting for

get free
like the P.O.C. C.
I be
down and dirty
looking for that

underground

the escapist's route

know what I'm talkin' bout?

where the only shit you see
is what you've made up

and the only shit you feel is
what you've made up

and the only shit that's real
is what you've made up

Dramatic
ain't really as pained as
I
claim to be

But you really took aim
So I had to be

so you can see

that maybe
you're rose colored glasses
needed some cleaning

here's what I'm meaning

you was in the right place
at the right time

I was testing you
needing certainty
that
you
were
ready

the focus in your mind
would make me recline

and admit
your strength

congratulations

you're fearless
and
the winner