there are times when i feel like i AM from another planet and there are others when i wish i was. the disconnect a person can have from his physical self can easily place him out of touch to his mental. there are wavelengths that shift and capture energy placing him in corners of the universe only imaginable in dream sequence. yet, the walking hours are spent in search of sense.
modern society suggest when you wake in the morning you walk out your door, get in your car, and you go to the money and; that is the only thing that makes cents to the trained brain. we’re on a perpetual journey to obtain betterment. in fact, your only actual job on this earth is obtaining betterment. the idea of being better than you were the day before, the week, month, year; better than your fathers and mothers before you, better still than person you left behind last. it’s a journey that never ceases and a journey that keeps the world spinning. when they say “money makes the world go round,” it’s because of your incessance to obtain.
to question this incessance would bring to question one’s sanity, and quickly put him/her on the outskirts of society’s comfort. comfort being an upkeep of civilization, there is a general consensus that the rested are the weak, and the weak are on whom to feed. there is enough to go around, but communion is reserved for the clean. in order to keep the waters clean civilization requires that only those trained through obstinacy socialize. the weak being foul, are viewed as savage. Continue reading
since “beyoncé” the album has come out nobody who knows my backstory has let me sleep, because of “drunk in love” if nothing else. the song is called “drunk in lust” btw, and if not that “we be all night…” the love has been killed.
if you can’t tell, there were times i began to shun the truth just to get peace in my life. it’s not easy walking around being viewed as a rap God who releases a mixtape that only has three clicks on soundcloud. yeah jayz might of listened and jacked a bar or two, and even put em on the song as a diss but, he’ll never acknowledge it, and you’ll never believe it. still, it’s not easy to shun the truth when lebron moves back to cleveland and brings jayz, kendrick lamar, beyoncé, kevin hart, and the whole bandwagon with him for his homecoming, which i might have egged on.
i don’t go out in cleveland often because everybody there does look at me like a rap God, but i literally am walking, and i don’t like the funny stares i receive. but, if you say beyoncé is in my city; i AM going to have to go find her.
since everybody seems to be trippin out over my last couple of posts i feel the need to explain myself. i admit i have made some outlandish comments from calling mike tyson the greatest loser, to naming jayz tupac’s murderer, while calling kanye west a rapist and a murderer, then naming myself the new mike, and let’s not forget the aaliyah story i glossed over because it involved us fuckin. i suppose i need to explain myself.
i would have to take you back to around ninety.four for you to get a full glimpse, but i aint got that kind of time so we going to have to talk more recently. in the last post i explained how i met immature; me and romeo plotted on hooking up with destiny’s child and taking over the rap game. that didn’t quite work out for neither of us, but in twenty.thirteen i got my chance. Continue reading