“You’ll See…”
Knowing failure without absorbing it marks the parable
In an environment fervent with excuse and unsupported plea, he’s risen like a solitary black rose in a field of dandelions who lost their flowers because the kids already made their wishes and blew them away
A surface level analysis projects arrogance and disregard for others but you’ve judged too quickly, like the prosecution on another innocent tattooed nigga from the streets you’re afraid of
While you’re smiling with your 9-5, and your suburban dive, raising 3 kids with no drive, fucking your trophy housewife, and telling everyone in the world you have a good life…you’re dying inside
Who am I to critique him…you…anyone?
You’ll see…
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