Status Updates From Even When It's Wrong

I sat there not feeling nearly as fucked up, as I once would’ve been. Maybe I was numb to Meeka’s mistreatment, or perhaps Omari being here made it better…easier to cope with. But what I did know was that I was tired of living with her, and straddling this dangerous ass fence. I’d been doing some fucked up shit, still I didn’t even give a fuck, anymore. It was settled. I was taking my mama’s man. 😳

Picking up where the sample ended.