The second chance

You move like a rumor with Wi-Fi access, Ghostin’ your self-worth, trapped in a catfish address. Tappin’ on screens like that builds legacy, But I write with a blade — you post for empathy. You been starin’ too long at a throne that ain’t yours, Mimickin’ kings, but can’t even open the doors. This ain’t a game, this ain’t Twitter beef in disguise, You a grown man hidin’ behind filtered replies. Tryna walk in light but you dress in shame, Sprayin’ cheap pride like it cover your name. Every post you make got a wound underneath, You ain’t flexin’ — you cryin’ through your teeth. You stalk like a student, but fail every lesson, Tryna screenshot queens and call it a blessing. Scroll addiction, truth eviction, soul eviction, You built a brand on fiction and male conviction. I see you — Performin’ growth with a mask on tight, Like meditatin’ makes you a man overnight. Like your trauma a mixtape, beggin’ for spins, Like ghostin’ yourself gonna cleanse your sins. You don’t speak — you imply. You don’t rise — you apply For attention in DMs, hopin’ pain’ll reply. You the echo of envy with a keyboard’s heart, But envy don’t write back when the real ones start. I don’t diss for clicks — I dissect silence. And you been loud with nothin’ but compliance. Chanson, you not a name — you a pattern, A symptom of weak men who think likes make matter. You said “chosen” — by who? You self-anointed, But even your mirror look back disappointed. No crown, no truth, no purpose, no grit, Just a boy with a phone and a mouth full of