I (part 1)

I. I. I.... I emphasize I because I treasure me. See, there's no problem with us or we. But I is so personal it hits right at home because it never truly left, conscience cooking up thoughts and advice like a self psychologist chef. I. I. I. meaning there is only me who knows me. People my visibility "why didn't you come home?"..... I.I.I. .... I wonder why my eyes only see fantasies instead of realities, basically I'm questioning myself with I alone, As I.I.I.. sit in the midst of isolation reminiscing on better time with a circle a"come join my squad" a "he's cool with us" I shrug and go deeper in the corner titled self realization falling deeper in a hole of a downspiraling nation or am I tryna come out of a confused generation I.I.I. I can't believe my eyes of this generation.... "I twerk for days".... but have you join a club or done your homework".... I.I.I. I'm not a straight A student by any means but I'm scared..."i.I.I. feel alone in this cold room with no lights"
Pause then press play again to I speaking to you hoping to catch your attention with my self attraction i.I.I. piece by piece fall apart of loneliness and failure