Blog Post 503

If It No Longer Makes Sense, Then Oh Well

Say, I've been out the way, and you've been calling out my name, hoping one day I'll come around, but the truth is, the money is calling my name too loud that everything else has been fading out. There's no room for mistakes or flexing when I know how quickly I can lose all this shit. I need some time to get this cash and call it a night. I know I'll come back to you, but I'm not sure when that time will be, when the money keeps calling for me. 

You said you'd wait, but I'm afraid there's not enough time in the universe to give to you, by the looks of it. I can go all day without a call or text, only to realize the money is next up, and that's all I got left to understand. You might call it being selfish, but the truth is, love has never been a priority of mine, so I stick to paper chasing, hoping I find my happiness speeding through the night, going 180 down the interstate. 

I only ever needed one or two things in life, but every time I go paper chasing, the second things tend to fade out, and my mind only has one goal in mind, and it's to make this money worth it. You might call it selfish, but the truth is, I don't care for much talking or doing too much, but for that money, I'll go and kill until it stacks up to the ceiling, making me feel like I'm El Chapo. There's no need for fake smiles or the fake love because the pain ain't ever left my side, so I stay out the way and go about my night, making sure the money is right, and my people are good to eat. 

There's no going back to the days when all I did was cry when the money is calling my name like it's meant to be. Got 444 tatted on her, making me understand that it's just part of the game and there's no time for sympathy. So either be on my timing or go back to sleep and miss out on the money moves and stay out my lane.I'm gonna need some time to change, but then again, changing was the only way. 

So do I really gotta feel bad for what I've done, or should I just accept it and follow the signs? I know this patience will run its course eventually, but until you or I let go, then money will be the main focus for what's going on. There's plenty of moves to make, but the right ones are limited, and that's just a fact we gotta live with it. So let's go back to making bread and keeping it right. There's no more room for mistakes when we both know how this shit could end, knowing that the ending has no point because the money will still continue to call our names late at night, hoping we make it count.