Memoir: Final Entry - Terrell

This is a memoir

The last time that I’m doing this

The last time I cried out for help, that shit was a miss

In this abyss I reminisce on life before the big twist

I’m pretty pissed about the good times, they all got dismissed

Well actually

Did they ever exist

I’m in the midst of all the bullshit

Can’t resist the way they pull shit

On me, all the time

It’s like an army, the front line

Is against me and if you tempt me my tank is on fucking empty

The assembly of fallen soldiers have gently just fallen over

I’m reaching for closure but in my mind there’s a nova

I take a sip of a soda, where I’m from we call it pop

Sorry, lost my fucking train of thought

But oh well

The hotel

Say they hope

It goes well

But they hosted the party

And no tickets sell

Am I serious

You’re hearing this

Ain’t delirious

Ain’t no curing this

Appetite for disaster

My mind has been plastered all over the churches walls

It’s true, go ask you a pastor

Yes, I’m a bastard

Can’t help it, I think it’s something I’ve mastered

There must be something I’m after

Am I a rapper or actor

Cause if I ain’t a fucking rapper then I’m great at the latter

(Improv)

Where do I go

I don’t know

(Improv)

We are very rare

But they are them

And we are many

My Views From The 5, they couldn’t stop it from happening

They didn’t know the city that I’m from was just the half of it

My senses are apart of this, I shouldn’t have to graph the shit

And that’s just when I noticed they didn’t care, they gonna laugh the shit off

I gotta get off

The pedestal I placed myself on

I don’t deserve it

I hope they heard this

Cause all my fucking life I just been nervous

And honestly, I just blurred it out of my mind

All the good times, the bad times

The in between

I know I’m fucking selfish cause all I wanna see is…

Me

(What does this mean?)

I heard from Drake they would rather hear about memories than enemies

Rather hear what was or will be than what is

Rather hear how you got it over how much it cost you

Rather hear about finding yourself and how you lost you

Rather you make this an open letter

About family and struggle and it taking forever

About hearts that you’ve broken and ties that you’ve severed

No doubt in my mind, that’ll make them feel better