Dearly Beloved...

I’m quiet, I like to move solo in my creations, bouts of turbulence followed by immediate isolation.
I’m ready for take off the city has been patiently waiting.
So many memories flooding my mind I have no choice but to increase my relations.
Shawty said she loves me but I don’t believe her.
My heart’s been broken before so I barely reach out, I don’t want to mislead her.
They say you have to crawl before you walk, so often times I stall before I talk, it’s apart of my demeanor.
Miss, I’m awkward I know, if you’ve seen what I’ve seen you’ll understand why I like to drive slow.
The sounds of cries and pain make the bodies hit the floor.
I was catching the falls to weaken the blow.
I go, harder than the next, I can be your next ex because I know we won’t last this is just a quick flex.
Show your friends what you're capable of, just to move on to a bigger check.
That’s fine I’ll always be blessed.
I’ll be here for your fix, when you need a check up, tell your girls that I’m next up.
Been battling with this bad luck, convos with God had me messed up, but I’m okay.
​My head is focused on better days, always keeping my chest up.
Every day, all day, I pray...

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