Writing (Righting) My Wrongs.

I been listening to Bryson Tiller trying to figure out how I can right my wrongs

And it's gotta be deeper than pencils, paper and puttin them im these poems

Its gotta be deeper than trying to live out the life these singers be portraying up in their songs

Or arguing back and forward for days in an endless relationship battle of ping pong

I mean we're all diamonds, the result of hardwork and pressure

And just like them we're flawed and it doesnt matter the measure

I feel like mines are saw with a ruler and tape 

And my flaws are only seen through a magnifying glass with no hope or chance to escape

With no hope or chance to be replaced, or even corrected

No matter how hard I try it seems like the chances are slim to none for correction

I got my compass out and I'm just looking for some direction

I turned on the wifi option now Im looking for a connection 

Between the two. 

Between having many flaws and having few 

I know the things I shouldn't but im waiting on the things that I should do.