What The F*ck Are You Looking At?

I guess in this day and age we should be glad if anyone sees any f*cking thing. Muthaf*ckas act like they are so wrapped up in their own pathetic sh*t stories to give a damn about anybody else. Truth of the matter is muthaf*ckas see everything. They only acknowledge the sh*t that they feel can benefit them. If some sh*t you did can advance their position then they are all over that sh*t like flies.

It would be one thing if you were being looked at as the individual you are, possessing unique qualities and abilities that could benefit society. Instead, most muthaf*ckas are studying you to predict your downfall or, in some cases, plan it! If you think I exaggerate then observe the people around you. Ask yourself what their motives actually are. Are they helping you achieve your goals? I would dare to say that the majority of your associates are steadily putting a buzz in your ear about how unrealistic your dreams and aspirations are. I would even go as far to say that it is not that they don't want you to succeed. Rather their desire is that you are unable to surpass them.

These are the muthaf*ckas who scrunch up their faces whenever you mention a new idea. You say you want to paint a room in your house and they ask you why. You decide to upgrade your ride and they tell you the broke down piece of sh*t you are driving is fine. You put your child in a better daycare and they ask why you want to spend that extra money. 'Cause I don't want my kid walking around thinking that schools should smell like piss and vomit.

You just want to scream at these f*cked up a$$holes, "What the f*ck are you looking at?! Pay attention to what the f*ck you are doing and just maybe we can both get some f*cking where. Stay in ya lane nikka!"

You know, you don't have to do the sh*t I do. Your story ain't the same as mine. So what, you think I'm siddity? Who f*cking asked you? I know what the f*ck I am. I live with me every second of everyday!!! So what the f*ck are you looking at? There is very little you can tell me about myself that I don't already know. You can't see sh*t about my emotions, my thoughts or my beliefs from the outside. So seriously, what the f*ck are you looking at?

The truth is you don't f*cking know. You think you know from a glance that we may have shared. You think you know because you heard a phrase that was uttered. But you don't f*cking know. You can try to look deeper but you will never know. You will only see through the prism of your own experience what I choose to show you. So, stop staring in attempts to dissect my sh*t. Stop gawking in amazement when you glimpse the outward manifestations of my inward struggles. Just do you and everything will be fine.