Note from Philadelphia

I dropped everything to pick up the pace,

I might regret it later,

rotten apples in my fruits of labor,

note to self only you save ya.

No denying that,

the proof is on the table.

I know God doing silent favors,

don’t take em for granted,

you’ll pay for it later.

Feelings spill on the paper,

I decipner the anger.

Keep yourself in check,

And keep in mind what’ll hold you back

I’m first one to second guess,

but intentions are good I mean,

good as could be.

Good as shall be.

Inside I fold,

watching shit unfold,

what I thought was gold,

I had to ..let that go

Little did I know,

it came back tenfold.

Feeling I’m trained to be sidetracked.

I mean I only aim to be my best

on most ocacasions,

My curse is aging

I could tell you more about

But for now I’ll save it.