Poetry by Yp: Weight

From weight lifting in my life, I can feel things getting heavy

Bout to break down and I can feel my soul getting ready

Rushing back to work right after leaving church

Speeding while texting my girl just trying to make it work

While lost in work emails, boss wants more details

Trying to keep the peace with my mom cause I know she means well

Off and on budgets, just trying to keep my dollars up

I have a lot of blessings, I’m just too blind to count them up

I’m sick of being tired and I need the antidote

Stress takes my fruits of the spirit and starts cutting them like cantaloupe

And people too fake, they always say they like to keep it real

Its like people walk around like kryptonite but act like the Man of Steel

I mean I started making money after college like they expect me too

But when people think they know the science of your success, they try to dissect you too

I think life is just a young kid trying to touch the Rim

Seems like the only people that don’t drown are the ones who love to swim

Feeling down for no reason, I feel the Sea in the season,

Feeling the uneasiness like a sinner dressed up as a deacon

Feel like I lost my girl called life, or maybe she just caught me cheating

I’m receiving the bleeding destined for demons and heathens

Even if I’m leaping off the deepend it won’t work like a Weekend

I herd nightmares, my sheep demons keep deep sleeping

In this cold world why does my heat keep leaving

How can you heal the soul if the problem is the treatment?

Mind melting, God help me, I’m not healthy

Just give me the strength to bench press these problems off me!

If God is real and I’m real, its really time to recognize

Cause I know even when its heavy I must push up like an exercise

I need to walk with the wise, cause these fools will cause you harm

Stop casting my pearls to these pigs, who puts jewels in a farm?

I rejoice in my suffering cause it produces endurance

Heaven's All State Stands, but I am I in good hands like the insurance?

Still weight lifting in my life but God please be the spotter

Cause a Hell could be my gym, and I heard its getting hotter

Losing my grip trying to think Hakuna Matata

Cause my new degree of pain has reached Summa Cum Laude

I ask God, “This suffering is heavy, how long will it take?”

-“It will take “In due time”, that’s why I call your burden Wait”-