OFF MY CHEST (free-writing)

It's like I can't smile anymore, people get upset
that this underdog rallied back for an upset.
TOUGH! I ain't done yet... stay on my grind.
My brain vacant? Nah, money stays on my mind.
But every time I try to come up with doin' new things,
the world trips me up, like it's tyin' my shoe strings.
I guess there's no place in the world for innovation.
Cuz y'all jockin' each other... another imitation.
There's no relation, but y'all are soundin' similar.
Spittin' that nonsense... soundin' like the Riddler.
Here's a riddle for ya... What is one syllable,
hatin' on a man who once was just as pitiful?
You ain't gotta guess... Just glance in the mirror.
Stare in THAT man's eyes. Now the answer is clearer.
I was once like you... a dunce like you.
TRUTH once I knew... Then, at once, I grew...
Now some of y'all thinkin': DeLa's really a phony.
But that goes to show none of 'em really know me.
A million different faces I got... And none of 'em fake:
whether smilin' or a frown that I make...
I'll be silly and retarded, really amp'd, or modest,
quiet and shy, arrogant, obnoxious...
These are ALL me and my swagga within.
And I sleep fine at night, comfy in my own skin...
Forgivin' my own sins. Can't none of y'all judge me.
God's his own father. Thus, I father'd and loved ME...
I did it on my own, ga'dammit! Understand it.
Y'all given a full deck, I played the cards that I'm handed...
And when I leave the planet, at least I'll know I managed
to have found peace-of-mind... I found a piece of mine!
While most of y'all are blind, stressed, with lots of issues.
Ya need to let it go... Here's a box of tissues...

~ DeLaCases ~

Who's That The Man In The Mirror???

This world is crazy as a Mc Mofo on St. Patty's day (happy belated btw)... It's interesting how people's residual imagery of themselves are so unsettling that they must go and fabricate their own history in order to recreate someone of greater substance to the world. Now, I am somewhat of a hypocrite, for I too tell myself lies every morning... but hey, that's just how a man of arrogance begins his mornings, am I right?

"Damn! You'z one good-lookin' ass muthaf*cka!"

"Your haircut game is on POINT son-son!!!"

"The b*tches are gonna flock today ma'dude!!!"

and so on...

But I tend to keep those lies hidden from the rest of the world and locked solely within my own dome-piece. Whereas some in this crazy, little, mixed-up world that we're living in wear them as their everyday outfit.

Now, I try to be as REAL as possible... I'd put my LIFE on this statement. Despite the fact that it takes one time to get to know me and see the real me, it's possible... even to my naked skin. However, it's unfathomable to completely grasp the logic in others who lie about who they are... even after long periods of time. I suppose they sort of "dig a ditch" that gets too deep, huh?

Moral of the story??? Be comfortable in your own skin... for at the end of the day, the one who's starin' back in the mirror is the ONLY person that you truly have to answer to. Y'dig? heh...