Monday-
October 20th, 2025.
I just woke up-
I stand at the bus stop.
Then look at the sun rise.
As I do so-
Two things that I realize.
I’m still Young.
I’m still a Bastard.
I should be happy I’m still alive.
…But I’m not.

8 on the dot.
I hop on the 9.
I think bout a thot that I knew wasn’t mine.
“It’s been 2 months, gotta put it behind.”
But I still see her when closing my eyes.
I be telling the truth but she swear it’s a lie.
When I say “she” know its way more than five.
All blue Bills on me Mordecai.
I’m the kinda nigga leave a hoe mortified. 
They say I’m Hella gifted.
Nigga, I’m pessimistic.
I admit it.
This hoe never listen.
Psuedo-Masochistic.
Go ballistic.
She said that she need me-
But this hoe independent.
I can pin it.
Flooded Cuban links-
Nigga my neck deep in it-
Next; A Pendant. 
I was just pocket pinching.
I went from rags to riches-
Scamming systems.
I needed no assistance-
I just needed faith but they gave me tension.
Screams came from the kitchen-
My lord gave me death then he gave me wisdom.
In my mind’s a war.
One that I never started-
But I will finish.


Life’s a game of size which I’m not born for.
I wonder if she’d ever want me back first?
Im at my best with my niggas-
Cuz they bring out my worst.
And Jesus won’t show Mercy-
That’s what I don’t deserve.
He just gives me tools to balance out my own curse. 

Skinny nigga-
Fat racks.
Turn niggas to hashtags.
1k still sipping on 40 ounce-
Gotta Drake from Baghdad.
Take ya thot-
We bag that.
All these hoes just like the streets-
Headshots and Red Flags.
White toes and toe tags.
Life goals-
With no dad.
This hoe way too choosy.
I feel like Uzi-
I want my flow back.
Come on lil shorty-
Let’s go make a movie inside a Jacuzzi-
That’s Throwback.
Quarterback when she Throw it back.
Played Receiver but she Receive Wide-
We already know that.

I was just pocket pinching.
I went from rags to riches-
Scamming systems.
I needed no assistance-
I just needed faith but they gave me tension.
Screams came from the kitchen-
My lord gave me death then he gave me wisdom.
In my mind’s a war.
One that I never started-
But I will finish.

Tuesday-
October 21st, 2025.
I just woke up-
I stand at the bus stop.
Then look at the sun rise.
As I do so-
Two things that I realize.
I’m still Young.
I’m still a Bastard.
I should be happy I’m still alive.
…But I’m not.


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As much as I wanna believe her-
I can’t.
Jesus told me coming back was never in his plans.
I-
Wash away my sins anyway.
I got blood on my hands.
I got her in my hands.
Hell is on Earth already.
The Rapture when it happens is a cleansing.
It’s all far from Armageddon.
And this curse is really blessing.
And my mind is my own weapon.
Take my life;
I’ll die a legend.
I want love but I’m not begging.
Up above;
I call and beckon.
I make scripture from my lessons.

I make scripture from my lessons.

Young Hateful Bastard. | (Never Listen.) [PROD. MEEJ.]

MEEJ.