Experimenting

I’ve been experimenting. I’ve been around.
I’ve been lost and I’ve been found.
I’ve been through hell and back.
I’ve been broke and I’ve been with stacks.
I’ve been through drama, I’ve been in hospitals, injuries to me and my mama.
I’ve been defeated by my own conscience.
I’ve been victorious on other occasions.
I’ve been doing a little drinking and
I’ve been doing a little blazing.
I’v ebeen on and off probation.
Never going back to that life.
I’ve been planning to stay off and not thinking that twice.
I’ve been spending sleepless nights in the studio.
I’ve been chilling, rolling with criminals.
I’ve been victimized, I’ve been predator.
I’ve been over that, that’s kiddy stuff.
I’ve been respected. I’ve been neglected.
I’ve been accepted, I’ve been rejected.
I’ve been alienated, I’ve been humiliated.
I’ve been working hard, I’ve been with my occupation.
I’ve been important, I’ve been nothing.
My whole life I’ve been turning nothing into something.
I’ve been mastering my artistic life,
I’ve been flirting, but waiting for my wife.
I’ve been the nicest person I know.
I’ve been expressing feelings people can’t show.
I’ve been deep in thought, I’ve been rhyming.
I’ve been moving up, I’ve been climbing.
I’ve been treating other humans like diamonds.
I’ve been hurt, only on the inside, I’ve been crying.
I’m been experimenting with my life.