Kensington

Damn I ‘m tired of you

And all of your problems

Looking at me

Like you expect me to solve them

I ain’t Sherlock

But you my Watson

Homie I get it

But if you ask me one more question

Homie you might regret it.

I got so much shit in my head

And you just keep on spilling

Like I am a movie projector

And your life is on the reeling.

I don’t need any more pressures

I don’t need any more problems

I am unemployed, alone and living

In half of an apartment.

Your shits like a returned item

Without a department

And to deal with it my brain

Has to create a separate compartment.

But I am trying to keep my mind together

At this space and time

Trying to define

What’s yours and what’s mine

I am not trying to throw away what ours

But it taxing man

Cause when you’re empathic

There ain’t a relaxing stance.

They tell you expand you consciousness

And who you are

But while they give you directions

They don’t tell you how far

You have to travel to go form earth to mars

Space is enormous

And there are too just so many stars.