Not To Be Blunt

Not to be blunt… But if you only think about yourself, you’re a fuckin asshole. I mean how self absorbent can you be? Last time I checked Homo Sapiens are in no way related to a sponge or a fucking tampon. When your head is out of your ass, make sure you come and talk to your friend who is waiting.
Me, I’m your friend, not your reflection.

Not to be blunt… But I’m pretty sure as a father, abandoning your three year old kid with a mother that has to work four jobs to make ends meet is not a good idea. I mean yeah, his brother is four years older but think about it, a three year old kid, near white walls, and crayons? It’s practically an empty canvas for Claude Monet or Andy Warhol. The mom comes home and tries to scold the kids but in those deep brown pits in her head where a vibrant soul should be yet is only met with a cold, dead glare is not very convincing. And let me say, a troublesome kid being raised in the south side of Chicago is a recipe for “fun”

Not to be blunt… But when a bullet whizzed past the head of a fourteen year old gang banger it pissed him off, not scare him. CRACK CRACK CRACK. Shots ring out but you only feel the rush of a punk ass motherfucker dropping dead because your homie putting a bullet in his head. That same gang banger is the one who held his friend in his arms while he bled out on the alleys of downtown Chi-Raq. A funny name for a beautiful city. Makes you think doesn’t it. That bullet that your friend took? It was meant for you.

Not to be blunt… But when life becomes so meaningless, sometimes it feels better to get the shit beat out of you, because then at least you’ll feel something. You’ll fuck because it feels good, you’ll fight because it feels good, you’ll smoke and drink and shoot up and pop pop pop drugs because it feeeeeeellls good. But when’s the last time you wanted to feel good because it felt good? When’s the last time you told your mom you loved her? When’s the last time you loved? Lived? Learned what it was to be human? When? What happened to that little boy who cried because he couldn’t have his mommy at school, or ran to the ice cream truck, or jumped on the trampoline with his brother or colored on those walls in your duplex because GOD DAMNIT I WANT THAT KID BACK.

Not to be blunt… But I’m blunt, because that’s all the world has ever been to me.