Groundhog Day (Poem)

[Verse]

Let me spark something to talk something

Ay big moons hold up

You stupid stupid stupid motherfuckers

How you gon' count me of the game

I done broke records so recklessly with effortless ease

That the coach, owners, cheerleader, nosebleed seaters

And both teams told me I should wardrobe with the clothes

Of all 124 referees all season and off season

You best believe I earned my stripes

Though I'm constantly searching for this inner peace

But this inner beast of my inner being is been used and abused

By this bougie-ass music industry full of overlooking, overpaid

Over-wave ridin', hate-mongering, sorta kinda hate the president online

But don't do a thing about it, overly overdosing on anesthesia fiends

Yeah I got three shots for every one of your pseudo-think pieces with three z's like pshew pshew pshew

Keep sleeping, I ain't gonna holler for your admiration

I'm just gonna get my black ass in this booth, cut loose so I can buy papaya juice for my beautiful black baby

And I love you Zyla, but if this game kills your father

Know we started off as a passenger, put some passion in it

And some non-passive aggressiveness and got the status of a motherfuckin rider

Just know you went from holding a Jordan aqua in the locker room to videos in Boston with Anglo-Saxon Lady Gaga in his palm

And ain't no rhymer got close to that shawty

Just know he toured the world with Ross and gave him his first platinum plaque that he ain't even had to adlib, rap or even talk on

Nah this Folarin with the art of sad song that TT wrote and bad girl RiRi

But we call Robyn hopped on and put your father on a hotass tour

And her and Auntie Mil bought you a million diapers

So with this mic and your stomach for every bowel that you shift, I vow that's another instrumental to copy you with the caca

You know Chocolate City, I put on for

Know I had 44 chats and 44 daps and a glass of yac with the 44th commander-in-chief

And more than happy to preach to you that that warrior was black

Open the state of the union with the same state of mind as the day I did the go-go thing of mine in the go-hard days when I flowed out Suitland

I done said "fuck the industry" so many times that if it had walls

A 60 foot long whatchamacallit, can never find it stick it with or without a condom, I got it

I done said "fuck the industry" so many times that 999 billion nymphomaniacs were turned away from that, tempted but too tired to try that trash-ass vagina

Maybe I was the villain the whole time

Maybe I was just He-man in my mind, but

Heath Ledger with green dreads in his prime

You all small-minded, dick-gliding, culture vampires that post the most about niggas that can't rhyme cause y'all just tryin' to stay with the times

I see y'all

Or maybe I, maybe I go bad on some of you niggas, huh?

How bout that? I go bad on some of you niggas, huh?

Like how "[bleep] is fake" and how "[bleep] is fake" and how "[bleep] is in the closet", but that's not my business or y'all's

Anyway, maybe I mind my business and try counting my blessings

While I watch these discount niggas buy their way in with their lay-away effort

And lay waste to the very game I did my best in

Battling my label

One way too aggressive nemesis, and these never-ending spells with bipolar depression all, the while progressing

Maybe I mind my business and count my blessings

Be a living testament, a walking embodiment for

Everybody that's been endlessly tested

And maybe resent the sentiment that they rarely respected

Maybe I mind my business and count my blessings

Everyday is groundhog's day

So what you say I anticipate, cause I heard it forever and ever and ever

Ain't no way in hell the devil gon' stop my endeavors, yes

Forever underrated 'til Undertaker makes his presence

And as we know, the utmost praise for those who cannot feel it

The decadent bouquets that set the stage are actually for those that are still with us

My nigga, the corpse can't smell it he's over there cool chillin

So maybe I mind my business and provide for my Zyla, her mama and my niggas

And one day buy a house for Big I, Emilola, Roberto, Diane and Jordan

So they can enjoy the journey I've endured that'll probably kill me

I mind my business

I mind my business

Nigga mind your business

And in this dark time, if we don't find a reason to smile

We ain't never gon' shine nigga

So Shine nigga

My niggas

In due time I get right withcha

Olu