So today I realized that I have problems.
I don’t like for things to go too well, so what’s my problem?
I been out here for too long, like fuck it, no problems.
But then the right one comes along, and I’m like fuck man, I got problems.
They say nobody’s perfect, well that’s pretty obvious.
But I feel like no one has patience, that’s part of the problem.
People say they’ll be there when you start showin’ the problems.
Bit by bit, the veil comes down, you like, show em the process.
But then when shit goes down, they be like, “I don’t need no problems.”
So what do you do when you realize that you are the problem?
Too many lies and trust issues got you freakin out constant.
Maybe I should just label myself damaged, malfunctioned; too many problems.
I guess ascension can’t account for your past years trauma.
Wait-I wish there was another way for me to communicate.
Technology is like a straight jacket to me, it never really knows how to connotate.
I have to go back and explain every little thing wasn’t really what it was, what I really meant was—nah, I was just sayin—fuck it man. This shit causin me problems.
I guess this is what I’ll do when I encounter problems.
And when the next one ends, I’ll be back to record more of my problems.