Letter to the Me I Desire to Be

Charged with the task of a letter to me
Or moreso, the “me” I wish I could be
I cant say I’ve ever looked at me from a view
Of what, if I could, I would be, or would do
I’ve always felt capable, though often times lazy
In retrospect, all the time I wasted was crazy
So I guess that’s the first thing that I would adjust
The second, the size of this double D bust
Now, now, baby, I know that you love it
But youre not the one who has to lug it around………. *sighhhhhhh*

ANYWAY.....

Physically otherwise, I’d say I was good
There’s no other feature I’d change if I could
I love who I am, so Im pretty content
But I also know God is not through with me yet
Wish I was more driven though, that I admit
Too easily comfortable with every day shit
Im told all the time that my writing’s admired
And I could probably set the literary world on fire
If I could just lock in to the focus required
But shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit…………….. I be tired, yo LOL

But don’t trip.

Ima get it together.
They tell me that late is better than never
So Im not gonna waste any more time wishing
When I already know what the journey’s been missing
I rest on my laurels, I've been too laid back
But maybe its time for my plan of attack
So I'll tweak this manuscript, and go shop a deal
And hope that they feel me like yall do – for real
But if not, don’t worry, I’ll still hit the shelf
Cause sometimes………

Sometimes ya just gotta do shit yaself.

Forever, Dig