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 ~