Behind The Scenes: 400+ Part 2

This weight has been a thorn in my side for so long. It’s getting annoying to even talk about it. But here goes nothing. 3 years of me working out and losing weight then gaining it back. Led me to finally drop the weight needed to meet the surgeon.

The surgeon talked about the side effects and what could happen and I didn’t feel right. You know? I love the idea of dropping weight faster than usual but something just didn’t feel right. After the meeting, I still had to deal with another doctor before I can reach the surgeon again.

That brings me to my current situation. Where I’m lost trying to get passed this never-ending task. You would think just going to sleep with a mask on would be easy. But for me, it’s the hardest thing I have faced.

I struggle with it almost every night. It’s like an air conditioner just blowing into my nose and mouth while I try to sleep. I only have to do it for a month and I can’t get through one night. The doctors act like I’m speaking a foreign language when I tell them I can’t sleep with it. Peers do the same thing.

I ask God for a sign all the time for if I should pull out or not. Maybe this is the sign or maybe it’s just another never-ending challenge. I still workout and try to eat right and lose some weight. But it’s nothing like if I went under already. That’s it for this post. Like, comment and share for more post like this. Enjoy some of my previous post below. See you tomorrow.

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Help (Poem)

I’m surrounded by plastic

They stick around like they elastic

But not here when it get drastic

That’s classic

I hate people that’s not long lasting

This life is fast you got to keep up

I been trying to make a come up

But you left me all alone

I got a lot roaming through my dome

I was never in the streets like a cone

But it feel like it

It’s like I had many around me

They tried to change me

Then they left me

It’s crazy how your around snakes all your life

This don’t feel right

Pops want to help me out

How do I talk to the one who put me in it

My feelings is tinted

Meaning they Dark

You turned your back and it hurt my heart

You left your mark

Now leave

Just let me be

Cause me and you can’t see eye to eye

Got me dying on the inside

And lighting a fire on the outside

I was thrown out in the water and I ain’t no Michael phelps

I didn’t have no help

I got to do it myself

Help is the last thing I need from a enemy

Cause family is overrated

And I hate it

It’s all about K. Exum

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Let’s Talk About It: Suicide

Suicide is a tough subject. I too get depressed and think about this but it has never gone as far as a hospital bed. Just a weapon in my hand here and there but not to a point where I’m bleeding out. Yeah, you may already know through my poems. But anyway, suicide is tough to deal with. But sometimes people don’t get that. You’ll never know what someones feeling until your in their position.

I do think the best way to deal with depression and anxiety is to let out how your feeling to someone that will understand and offer some advice. Sometimes having another set of ears can help you. Other than that I think what helps is finding yourself an outlet.

For me it’s poetry. Venting through poetry makes me feel better when I’m down in the dumps. For some just writing it out on paper in paragraphs may help. Or sharing online can help. It brings people around that you never met before but is or has been in your predicament.

Suicide is the biggest murder in this nation. It’s something that may be controlled if your willing to put in the effort to control it early on. Letting the hate or sadness sit inside that red thing in your chest will just make you feel worse. As far as bullies go don’t let them win. In most cases their going through the same thing but try to mask it by taking it out on you. If anyone out there is in pain or down or just feel alone. Remember your not alone. Your not the only one and you can overcome this. But it all starts with you.

I hope this helps. I don’t mean to offend anyone I’m just letting out my thoughts on the topic. This is it for this blog post. I’ll be back tomorrow with another post. Make sure to like and follow this blog for more updates. Follow me on all social media platforms. Check out some of my previous blogs, until tomorrow.

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Random Thoughts: Family Diss

Family: Why do you always mention your family in your Spoken Word tracks?

This is something I been wanting to address. I guess it’s because I never really feel supported in this line of work. I get bashed for putting out music or writing from my own family. I’m not slim shady with my disses. I would never go that far but I do mention it because I wanted it to change.

I say wanted because it has changed but it still doesn’t feel real. It took a fake email from a record label and a couple outsiders to really start seeing support around me. I appreciate the comments on IG and here about my art because it really means a lot even if I don’t show it.

I published my first speech and story when I was 16. It was a long term dream I had for 8 years. When I figured out how to do it, my way. I used lulu.com and I published just to hear my family argue about me publishing. I even had them curse me out for chasing my dreams. It’s always you need college to do so. But I can name a 100 Arthur’s who made it without a degree. Also, I don’t like school. Never have, never will. I doubt I could have lasted another 4 years for a degree I don’t want or feel like I need.

So the disses as of now I want to stop but its hard not to express my true emotions for the people around me on a beat. I said it before this poetry is my outlet. I let out my deepest darkest emotions on these pages. So I can feel some type of relief. This was somewhat emotional but I just wanted to vent. Follow my blog for more content by yours truly. Follow my Instagram and my blog Instagram @piecesofkblog

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The Wait 4 (Poem)

It’s been a minute since I did this

But I just need to explain this

Right when I thought I had it all done

 

I had to take it all down because of legal issues

Made me want to release my sorrows in some tissue

To be honest I just need some beats

Like some really good emotional beats

 

But when I check the web I can’t find shit

Got my heart in a pit

The text I sent my parents a month ago you can tell I’m losing my shit

Cause the only time I express my feelings is on the mic

 

Told my own momma and poppa I’m ready to die

That’s how much this means to me

Without it, I’m ready to rise to the gates

But I was raised as a fighter, I can’t just escape

I’m a fat boy so you know I got to clean my plate

 

The wait has only made me hungrier than a homeless man

Wrote this to show where I stand

Before I die I’m going to be known as the man

I guess I’m back in my bag, damn

 

Disclaimer: I wrote this when I was really down last year. I was in the midst of creating a project that I felt like was my best content. After battling the producers I had to delete that project. So this was raw emotions I had bottled up after that conflict. I’m good now. Follow this blog for more content like this from me. Also follow me on all social media platforms.

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