“i can’t get a job because i have weed in my system.
every job i fill out for does a drug test.” – her.
it instantly pissed me off.
you know you were looking for jobs,
why were you smoking weed?
so i was thinking about what i was gonna say to her when i got in.
i was really tite,
but i knew she needed some tough love.
the same tough love that the people who loved me used.
star fox and karaoke being one of them.
well it went south real quick.
i told her she was a mess.
maybe it wasn’t the best opening statement?
i also said i feel like she does shit and doesn’t think about the future outcome.
she was crazy defensive.
every time i tried to speak,
she would talk over me.
she brought up my past in my face.
that got me reallllllllllllllll tite so i blasted back.
“you acting like you better because you got a job.
you lookin down on me because i’m at my lowest.” – her.
“who actin’ better?
i’m trying to help you because your shit ain’t even right.
you was sitting in my living room smoking.
you wasn’t thinkin about no job.
fuck outta here.” – me.
“no one wants to hear this when they are at they lowest.
no one wants shit thrown in their face.
i know what i need to do and i made some mistakes.
i know that i fucked up.
what do you want me to do?” – her
she was yelling at me in my crib.
“get your shit and get out!
go back to catching that wave and couch surfacing.” – me.
she got her coat,
and walked out.
i don’t know where she went and i don’t really care.
i am TITE.
i’m the only one who got this girl’s back.
everyone else turned on her once her mother died.
the thing i’m noticing tho…
is it them or is it her?
i’m pretty much her last stop.