Do Not Disturb

most days, i wake up to the mirror

not to check how i look —

but to study who evolved overnight.

i ain’t chasing routine,

i’m chasing revelation.

no two days ever feel the same —

’cause i don’t stay the same.


i take the day like a download.

run the feedback loop.

catch the friction and flip it to frequency.

every L got a lesson.

every delay got a code.

every silence?

that’s just me… in monk mode.


i don’t vent — i integrate.

i don’t spiral — i pivot.

they panic, i observe.

they press — i ascend.


and if you ever felt uneasy near me,

that’s just cause i’m a reflection

of all your insecurities.

i don’t speak on it.

i am it.


especially people that wanna lecture me,

and frame it like they just want the best for me.

when really it’s them tryna control the part of me

they don’t have access to.

you don’t want growth for me.

you want comfort for you.


but they don’t know

they gotta be faster than me to get to me.

and no one’s done it successfully.

’cause i move through layers they didn’t know existed.

you still tryna call me?

i been off the grid,

building universes in silence.


this ain’t hustle.

i don’t clock in.

i clock patterns and evolve from them.


i really live this.

i really feel every scar and turn it into structure.

i’m not the product of discipline,

i’m the product of understanding pain.

i read energy.

i see the games.

i speak the hidden language of frequency.


this is everyday for me.

and no day is just a day 

it’s a prophecy in motion.

it’s the gene waking up.

it’s the fire they thought my father buried.

i stopped telling the world “look what they did to me.”

instead, i started whispering to myself:

“look what i made out of it.” 


do not disturb.


Makaveli out. 

 

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