Killin' Them Softly

“Some people try to bury you. Even the ones that’s closest”

I was a young nigga.

She was getting money from her ol’ man

just to buy me Timbs.

My granny said, stay out of that yard—

that’s not the yard you play in.

She was strict.

I was undisciplined.

Hearing shots bust,

hooping out windows, trying to catch the Papi bus.

I saw Poppy once. (Poppy my nigga)

And to those other niggas that told,

and hated,

that tried to ruin my reputation—

for my losses,

for all my time wasting,

I appreciate you.

You made me better

than I could ever be.

This ain’t no thank you.

This is an apology.

Because you saw something

you won’t ever be.

And how could you fathom

a nigga like me—

doing, becoming, growing,

and living better than you?

Huh?

Never, right?

Never in a million years.

Right?

I apologize.