That IG feed sure is something to behold,
Prized jewel among your socials, vids, pics and reels worth their weight in gold,
Triumphs, trips and milestones captured, neatly packed, highlighted,
Some of ‘em edited, their very presence all the evidence needed for bragging rights, proof of living the life,
A personal gallery for all to see, minus the museum, to awe and inspire, hopefully,
To rub it in their faces, the haters, the ones green with rage and envy.
Grinding hard, daily, to climb that proverbial ladder,
More responsibilities, longer hours, prices to be paid while chasing bigger dollars,
Fruits of your labor, all your gizmos, gadgets and toys,
Big-ass crib, a hot ride or five, every little doo-dad coveted by kids and tech-heads alike, the spoils of that hard grind,
Your name ubiquitous with success, worshipped daily by fans, friends and admirers,
Soak it all up, you’d earned it, but you’d best not get too high off of it.
Because you ain’t taking any of it to the grave, no room for it in the afterlife,
Ain’t nobody talking ‘bout possessions in that eulogy, how you’d spent your time alive, more likely,
You’ll be stripped bare, down to the very basics, hope you’d spread those eggs across different baskets,
You can conquer many worlds but what of your impact on others?
Was your very presence that of a blessing rather than a curse?
Or more the latter than the former? A vile and horrid motherfucker?
All adds to the legacy, Homie, the good, bad and ugly,
Could echo through eternity, best that you don’t take it lightly,
Better ask yourself now, would you have a beer with your present self? Or would you walk the opposite direction? Flip both birds at them in the process?
By all means, live as you please, savour the victories, learn from defeats,
But make room, too, for some truly selfless deeds,
Treat that inner circle kindly, no one likes a toxic friend,
Be a good child, sibling and parent, be good to your significant other, their reviews will be first-hand and unfiltered, no ducking and diving away from them,
World’s full of posers and performers, anyway, and no one likes a scoundrel,
Dare to be great, go get yours, but make time, too, for what’s important,
It ain’t rocket science, anyone can do it,
Be what you want said and written ‘bout you, heed the words of Warren.